Rain and Deceit
In every city a strange man
waits for her, sad and circumspect as her childhood
cypress growing in the courtyard of the house,
he offers her a home.
Her docile voice tells her to enter,
her inner voice,
she need only choose,
on a cloud as transparent as a lie
in the corner of her eye.
She can truly believe
she invests the better part of her power
puzzling ruses struggle
to come out, as at a parting hour
she learned to prolong and cut short,
in the depths of her delusion.
İRachel Eshed. İtr. David Cooper. The Hebrew text is a digitized copy
taken from HAVTACHOT
published by Hakibbutz Hameuchad Publishing House Ltd., P.O.B. 1432,
Bnei Brak 51114 (Tel Aviv) in 1996; with permission.