|Notes from a small island
A weblog by Jonathan Ali
Tuesday, March 18, 2003 Quick and bitter
The end was quick and bitter
Slow and sweet was the time between us,
slow and sweet were the nights
when my hands did not touch one another in despair
but in the love of your body
which came between them.
And when I entered you
it seemed then that great happiness
could be measured with the precision
of sharp pain. Quick and bitter.
Slow and sweet were the nights.
Now is bitter and grinding as sand -
"Lets be sensible" and similar curses.
And as we stray further from love
we multiply words,
words and sentences so long and orderly.
Had we remained together
we could have become a silence.
(Translated from the Hebrew by Assia Gutmann)
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