Translation of Light / Ruhama Veltfort

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POEMS
Opening
Sandscape
Shrapnel
Lost Child
Brooklyn, 1963
La Sirena
Zhikr
Susan, Number Four

Early Bird Sutra
Why the Boddhisattva Came
   to Battery Street: 7:55 AM

The Lightning-Struck Tower
The Well
Why Monks Are Fat
Retreat
Meada in Two Worlds

Looking at the Vault
   of Heaven

Translations from the Spanish:
Song of the Lovers
Dark Night: Climbing
   Mount Carmel

Flame

 

 

Retreat

On break, a kitchen worker is reading a newspaper
Behind an office window a computer screen glows
its cool, hypnotic light.
The world calls: I could just check my mail.
How are the Giants doing?
Is the market still down?
Is there an earthquake somewhere?
Or a new war? No doubt.
But as the brave general said, our retreat
Is an advance in another direction.
It’s a small death:
we let the world go on
without us.
Our memories and inspirations
will vanish, unremarked
as we dissolve into emptiness
while earth and heaven continue.

   © Ruhama Veltfort, 2010  

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