rachel Madar, Ho Me O Sta, Poems, iton 77
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Very early it was,
I trod and shed my dress.
It dragged behind crumbled like exfoliation.
Naked and erect I stood,
in front of the pink Tur'an.
Very early it was,
before Tiberius revealed itself to the sun.
© Translated by Gili Haimovich
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