And the fleas charge
And the fleas charge like war-horses; they swoop down like birds to devour my skin. They caper around me like he-goats, and rouse me out of my sleep. I have become weary of killing both young and old to rout them; yet they know no fear. They are stout-hearted like warriors in battle who pluck up their courage when their comrades fall. Though they…
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When I sent you that knife, I thought its name was an omen, and indeed the augury and presage became true: the knife signifies that you are inhabiting my heart, its cutting signifies rupture and…
See the nature of the winds
See the nature of the winds, blowing from four corners,
divided at times, and given control.
Sometimes one is roused up, and its power becomes mighty,
and sometimes it is assuaged, and its power…
And there are men who coveted you
To one of the great men of the generation.
And there are men who coveted you, and they are in the depths, and you are far above,
And how can a camel be noble as an eagle, and a son of a donkey like…
Bear my greetings
Bear my greetings, mixed with tears,
Mountains, hills—whoever hears—
To ten lovely fingernails
Painted with blood from my entrails;
To eyes mascaraed with black dye
From the pupil of my eye.
Though…
The earth, like a girl-child
In praise of Isaac ben al-Yatom
The earth, like a girl-child, was sucking
The winter rains yesterday, and a cloud was giving suck.
Or she was a bride, sequestered in winter,
Her soul longing for…
Jerusalem! Have you no greeting?
Jerusalem! Have you no greeting
for your captive hearts, your last remaining flocks,
who send you messages of love?
Here are greetings for you from west and east,
from north and south, from near and…