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

 

 

Sandscape

The past is sand, blowing and drifting
The stories we tell ourselves
pushed up in dunes,
and scooped out in valleys —
A landscape of the hidden
and the revealed,
appearing and disappearing.

Sand slips through our fingers
Slides away under our feet —
The wind lifts it high;
it flies into our eyes
making us blind.
It washes out to sea
Returns on the wind
scattered into new forms.

The stuff of our memory
is a sandscape, moving,
courting mirage.

   © Ruhama Veltfort, 2010  

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