Logos 3.1 - Winter 2004
© Logosonline 2004
A Special Section of Israeli and Palestinian Poets
Translated by Daniel Weissbort and Orna Raz, and
So by the altar
So, by the altar, Isaac wished to remain,
his father's gnarled hands working on him
taking him out from the world
just as he brought him into it
with a roaring desire.
Abraham was tying his son
as with umbilical cords
to return him to his old, brittle loins--
the ones Sarah laughed at.
So, by the altar, Isaac wished to remain
turning again into the hidden sperm of his father
blue as a dream,
many as the stars.
Imprisoned in his robes, sweating,
Abraham's chest rested
on his son's face. His beard in the light wind.
The ram was chewing the grass,
with squinting eyes peering out at the distance--
the angel never came.