God Hid His Face
Selected Poems of RAJZEL ZYCHLINSKY
 
Open the Door

Open the door! 
I am afraid. 
Open the shirt on your breast 
and hide my face. 
See, even the moon pulls 
on her silver chain 
and wants to run from the clouds. 
Open the door!

(Gombin, 1938)

Translated by Marek Kanter

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