Hasidic Motifs

Elena Shvarts

1980

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A moon full of shimmering honey,

Exuding joy.

What bird beats in my heart?

Fly away—away, but not alone.

What am I shy? What?

Thick empyrean wine.

I’ll take a wicker bottle,

To the cemetery alone,

Look over my shoulder,

And see it full.

And no matter who rushes after me,

Dry wings rustling,

Threatening, imploring,

You and I shall drink…

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