s e v e n  p o e m s  i n  h e b r e w

r a c h e l  e s h e d


Now Sleep


Things no one


Hallucinatory landscapes,

a blot on my brow and my tired


Three little blunders



An electric current but more delicate

on the soles of my feet, and a kind of sudden joy

that I have a bed, that my palms are whole,

and also unblemished and fine.

Shshsh, now sleep, blind

like a young child’s dream.


İRachel Eshed. İtr. David Cooper. The Hebrew text is a digitized copy taken from
HAVTACHOT KATANOT(LITTLE PROMISES) published by Hakibbutz Hameuchad Publishing House Ltd., P.O.B. 1432, Bnei Brak 51114 (Tel Aviv) in 1996; with permission.




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