The Golden Noon of the Desert
The golden noon of the desert beats down silently
On the fields of sand.
Weary skies
Move palely
Over the stillness.
The sun’s step
Strides silently in golden shoes.
Camel footsteps cover the distance
And the traces of man.
And a hushed melody
sadly hums in the tracks.
As the day wanes
The redness of sun will sink in the horizon.
And a greying shadow will quiver
Like a long dark finger,
Into the distance . . .
Translated by Karen Alkalay-Gut.
Credits
David Fogel, “Zehav tsohare midbar” [The Golden Noon of the Desert], Kol ha-shirim shel David Fogel, ed. Aharon Komem (Tel Aviv: Hakibbutz Hameuchad Publishing House Ltd, 1998), p. 48.
Published in: The Posen Library of Jewish Culture and Civilization, vol. 7.
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