Hasidic Motifs

Elena Shvarts

1980

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A moon full of shimmering honey,
Exuding joy.
What bird beats in my heart?
Fly away—away, but not alone.
What am I shy? What?
Thick empyrean wine.
I’ll take a wicker bottle,
To the cemetery alone,
Look over my shoulder,
And see it full.
And no matter who rushes after me,
Dry wings rustling,
Threatening, imploring,
You and I shall drink…
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