God Hid His Face
Selected Poems of RAJZEL ZYCHLINSKY
 
Was There Ever Such a Day

Was there ever such a day? 
Mother was sitting on the green grass 
knitting a stocking. 
Birds were flying over 
our humble roof. 
The water was waiting in the pitcher, 
cold, green. 
In the garden of our neighbor 
the apples were ripening. 
In the window 
a bee was buzzing 
and buzzing. 
Oh, where is the cloud on which I was riding, 
swinging with my joyful knees.
 

Translated by Marek Kanter

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