Tryst Poetry by Elisha Porat

Birds of Pain

(translated from the Hebrew by Asher Harris)

The helicopters, speedy birds of pain,
Once more thunder over my head;
I sit at my quaking desk bent
Over my notebook, holding my trembling pen.

They seem to know, to sense my inner
Homing beacon: again they flock together.
Circling above my aging heart, in which even
Now chambers and empty spaces make room:
Like containers packed tight with pain.

2002 Elisha Porat

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