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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