Log Cabin Chronicles

A Short Biography

ELISHA PORAT

"You're a dead horse," the publisher
told me, rejecting my poems,

"and it would cost too much to resuscitate you."

"He's as dead as a door nail."
the man from the Mobile ICU told my wife
when she begged for another electric shock.

"No way can he be resuscitated."

But I, 'doubly dead', am still
alive and pounding along
in the saddle of my horses' memories.

Translated from the Hebrew by Asher Harris

Elisha Porat writes on a kibbutz in Israel.

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