Jezebel
Shulamit Kalugai
1941
The days of my life pass by, dissolve like mist.
I don’t know the what and when; I don’t know the who.
Baal and Astarte have grown alien to me.
My kingdom and my foes grow alien, too.
I don’t expect the arrival of anyone.
For who would come to me in my time of drouth?
No one is coming here. Not even a crow
from the river Krit with a greeting in…
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