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Arab Halva—moist, sticky, fibrous. The taste tears across my lips like a memory. Within me Jaffa stirs, wakens from sleep; eyes and faces of Jaffa.
I am there, it is afternoon, a city half-awake…
A fire [of joy] is kindled within me, when I recall [the spiritual climate] when I was in Yemen,
[But] my soul [descended to] abysmal depths and was immensely astounded when I came to Zion.
The Jews…
The slow and green river that winds throughthe blanched street of the Jewish Quarterkept watch over your agony.From my old tableI used to see himapproach your windows withrestless eyes. And as he…