Around his neckWritten by Yona Levy Grosman Translated by Lami Halperin. Around his neck, The key to my neck. And my neck Is empty of keys. Doors were opening and Closing on their hinges In my father’s house, and grandfather’s and his Grandfather And keys locked and opened incessantly. Their hands are empty of keys Their necks, oh my father, The heavens were filled with shouting Their blood Watered fields, flooded streets. My feet became as wanderers My eyes roving, Whose hand grasped my grandfather’s neck? And his son, my father, With no more doors, His hand in front of me Clasping keys. |