Log Cabin Chronicles
Last Time
ELISHA PORAT
As if I sensed it, as if you clearly knew, That this our final encounter it was lying joined me to you. You were generous, And when your pupils had dilated, I saw A radiant moisture. We were Subdued and we took our time. You Dressed and I retrieved A hair clip that had fallen. And when I returned From the mountain, I recalled the strange Words, that burst from you, in a whisper, Quite unexpectedly, in the throes of desire.
Translated from the Hebrew by Cindy Eisner
Elisha Porat writes on a kibbutz in Israel.
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