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TWO POEMS by ANNA MARGOLIN

(I DID NOT KNOW, MY LOVER) (IKH HOB NIT GEVUST, MAYN LIBER) I did not know, my lover, That with slow, longing fingers I etch you into my poems. Now they have the heavy gleam Of your eyes, the sharp … Read More

By / August 8, 2008

(I DID NOT KNOW, MY LOVER) (IKH HOB NIT GEVUST, MAYN LIBER)

I did not know, my lover, That with slow, longing fingers I etch you into my poems. Now they have the heavy gleam Of your eyes, the sharp line Of your mouth, of your Stubborn hand. The wonder, When my own word Touches me with your hand. When near, oh near you grow From a severe, bright chord.

The wonder…

(OFTEN I WALK AS BEHIND A VEIL)

(OFT GEY IKH VI HINTER A SHLEYER)

Often I walk as if behind a veil, And my step mingles with your steps You invisible walkers, Sorrowful, beautiful, bloom and blood Of my demented spring.

And through the noisy streets I bear in my wakeful mood Your voices, grimaces, and smiles, As a song is born on the lips, As, worn on a finger, a costly ring.