My Mother was BlondWritten by Yona Levy Grosman Translated by Lami Halperin. My mother was blond, Eyes like smoke, Succeeded in surviving In a godless Europe. My father had two sisters, like daughters of Shem, Black hair, Almond eyes to see the world. And now Almond blossoms cover my grandfather’s land, among Red carpets of anemone covering the earth The grain rose as high As my girls’ necks. A sigh Bursts from my throat Unchecked When gold touches gold Between lands' black haired sons of Shem. Maybe this time justice will stand Firm And have its way. |
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