Log Cabin Chronicles
Diminution
ELISHA PORAT
With every generation I am diminished: My children I share with my wife, In my grandchildren I am a junior partner. Of my great grand-children I have an eighth Or less. And then there are the third And fourth and fifth generation, And those who have neither names nor nicknames. I shrink, approaching zero, and the branches On my family tree lengthen Into my future; going back to my roots, Sinking down to the ultimate depths, The warm void where my life begins.
Translated from the Hebrew by Eddie Levenston
Elisha Porat writes on a kibbutz in Israel.
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