Shards
Peretz Markish
1943
Now, when my vision turns in on itself,
My shocked eyes open, all their members see
My heart has fallen like a mirror on
A stone and shatters, ringing, into splinters.
Certainly, not every shard is free
To testify about me till my last four destined ells.
But don’t you trample on me. Time, my judge,
Till I’ve recovered from the breakage all the…
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