God Hid His Face
Selected Poems of RAJZEL ZYCHLINSKY
 
The Eclipse of the Moon, 1964

Slow and sure, 
like God's sword, 
the long shadow of the earth 
lowered itself 
over the moon, 
and her face grew dark. 
Her spectral premonitions 
have been fulfilled – 
she is wrapped in the smoke 
of burning Jews.
 

Translated by Aaron Kramer 

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