|She Grows Shorter
A dead butterfly got stuck in her hair, the metaphor
died with it. What else died that day?
Her feelings for him, which rotted:
the bonfire of the vanities no longer warms
the heart, her sheets seem dead too.
And in her way she grows shorter,
soon shell vanish.
The worry lines on her face deepen,
she pretends shes not,
but she knows:
the tears now are only beginning
like the first rain of the season.
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.