"what remains from you is a silhouette I can no longer cuddle and embrace
although you are really exist, there at my city flesh and bones
your red mouth which- I've been banned its honey, your big eyes really exist
and giving away yourself like rebellion water and whiteness of your skin which,
I can not touch.."
ON LIVING
Living is no laughing matter
You must take it very seriously
like a squire- for example,
I mean, without expectation beyond and above living,
I mean living must be your whole occupation.
You must take living seriously,
I mean, so much so and such a degree,
for example,- your arms tied in back, your back against the wall,
or else, in a laboratory with your large glasses,
and white uniform
you can die for people..
even for the people whose faces you never seen
even though nobody forces you
even though you know living is most beautiful and real thing
I mean, you will take seriously living
even at your seventies, for instance- you will planted olive trees
not for the kids either,
even you afraid of dying, because you don't believing dying
living , I mean weights heavier
1947
ON LIVING
II
Lets say, you're sick
considered critical
surgery a must,
chances are, you may not get up again
from white table.
It is not possible not to feel the grief leaving this life so soon
yet you're still laugh to jokes you been told,
you would look out of the window to see, if it's raining
or else, you will impatiently wait the latest news
Let's say you are fighting, for the things worth fighting for,
you are on the front line
there, at first attack, that same day it is possible falling
down and dying.
you will aware of this with a strange anger,
yet you will be madly curious to find out
the end of the war, perhaps will last many more years.
Let's say, you are in jail,
you getting near fifty
still eighteen more years to go before Iron gate to open,
still you live together with the outside,
with the people, animal, fights and breezes,
I mean, beyond the walls
I mean, where ever you are,
you never going to die, kind of living.
1948
there, at first attack, that same day it is possible falling
down and dying.
you will aware of this with a strange anger,
yet you will be madly curious to find out
the end of the war, perhaps will last many more years.
Let's say, you are in jail,
you getting near fifty
still eighteen more years to go before Iron gate to open,
still you live together with the outside,
with the people, animal, fights and breezes,
I mean, beyond the walls
I mean, where ever you are,
you never going to die, kind of living.
1948
ON LIVING
III
This earth will grow cold
star among stars,
star among stars,
as such one of the tiniest,
a gilded particle, on blue velvet
our great earth.
This earth will grow cold one day,
neither a block of ice
nor like a dead cloud,
but like an empty walnut will roll along
in pitch darkness everlasting...
as we speak, you will grief and
saddened for
such a world must be loved
to be able to say...
"I lived"
"I lived"
1948 February
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