In your dress shrouds
Everything looks transparent and sealed
And only you
Flying
Naked from there, light bodyless
Leaving a ghostly
Frantic cursory glance
On the soundtrack of the bluebird
Nobody has caressed you in frills you've ordered from Chanel
Designed, cut, finished – all custom-made
The curve of your belly & line of your waist the sketch of the fabric stands on end
And I am not calmed
With you everything is new and unblemished
So much so
If it weren't for the clogs
Translated by
Alexa Christopher-Daniels
למי שלא ראה, על מפת השירה העברית עכשיו
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