Log Cabin Chronicles

Last Time


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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