«In those days the first words / Were heard in infantile melody, / Jehovah’s youthful anger roared / Above the world like spring thunder, And the cedars learned to cast their shade, / And Eve — she had only just fallen, / And her depths boiled with seed, / And the world was God, and ...»
«Oh, the unconquerable heaviness / Of these waters silenced / Behind centuries-old dams! Oh Lord! It’s still the same, it’s hard for me / With my heart full to overflowing, / And a muse who’s un-talkative.»
«The greedy saline soil had eaten everything. / I rooted out the twisted, writhen roots of / The vines that curled here once upon a time – / The earth was nubbly, desiccated, scabby, / Like a feverish sick woman’s lips... / Beneath its lacerated sole my foot / Grew calloused from lean...»
«So Hagar sits in obloquy / And gushing piteously / The spring pours out a threnody: / Be-er la-chai ro-yi. Those lands belong to Abraham, / But this expanse – to none: / In front of her, the wilderness / To Shur itself does run. Despair, despair instinctual! / In her Egyptian eyes,...»