Holy Grandmothers in Jerusalem

Esther Raab

1930

Holy grandmothers in Jerusalem,
May your virtue protect me.
The smell of blossoms and blooming orchards
I suckled with my mother’s milk.
Feet soft as hands, fumbling
In the torrid sand,
And tousled eucalypti
Laden with bees and hornets
Whispered a lullaby to me.
Seven times shall I steep myself
Into the Mediterranean
To prepare for King David, my…
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