God Hid His Face
Selected Poems of RAJZEL ZYCHLINSKY
 
What Time Is It?
 
What time is it? 
a man asked a bench. 
What time is it? 
the bench asked the grass. 
What time is it? 
the grass asked a cloud.
It is late, it is late,
a bird answered with its wings, 
and long shadows have enveloped 
the earth.
 
Translated by Barnett Zumoff 

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