azforeman, 7 months ago

My Dead
Rachel Bluwstein
Tr. from Hebrew

They alone are left me, they are with me still
In whom death's sharp knife has nothing left to kill.

At the turn of highways, when the sun is low
They come round in silence, going where I go.

Our true covenant is one knot naught can sever.
Only what I've lost is what I have forever.

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