And he didn't take those who remember and never forget a thing
and he didn't take those who forget and never remember a thing.
And one of them said, I drank from the fountain of longings,
and another said,
I
have been to the enchanted place, and another said, I've never been there,
and the last one said,
I
stayed in the dream about the tumbling cake
of barley bread
and
I
am still tumbling. And my Gideon was left
with no army no battle no glory at the Spring of Harod. And he drank
kneeling down and he drank lapping the water with his tongue,
drank and remembered and forgot.
Translated
by
Chana Bloch and Chana Kronfeld
RITA GABIS
Leaving the Garden
I
grew to hate
the labor of it,
though the scent
was maddening;
lemon-m.int
and sage,
tomato leaves
at dusk before bearing,
a musky ladder
of green.
I
t was contrived
all
of it,
the scarified seed,
the light, whi te
fabric
