" To Love" + "Hand Over Hand"

 

  

To Love, To Love Me, To Love Us

by  Japanese composer Hashimoto Tomohisa for Amir Or's Hand over hand  written for 6 guitars, 2 hommond-organs, 2 pianos, 2bass-guitar with Mezzo-Sop, 

in                    http://www.blip.tv/file/4698738 

  

For the Hebrew original see  
"יד על יד"

Hand over hand.  (What broke out – touches.)

 

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You say: to be penetrated, to penetrate. Sea-sand, sand-sea

verging on the very centre.  Words fall between us                  

 

like something broken.  Listen, I love you.

But you, having it only your way, exist, exist, exist.

 

You are not being paid for this and still,  

Mr. and Mrs. Other, you stroll along the street as if      

 

you’re only a name and have no navel.  I

act like you, repeat the movements          

 

which you repeat.  Tell me, reflection –    

I throw another stone at you – is anyone more actual than me? 

 

I say sand-sea, sea-sand.  Like something                      

broken: a multiplication of faces, legs and hands        like something    

 

that’s there.  So: enough.  Come back to me.  I’ll let you go     

as often as you like.

 

Now there’s no longer a difference between us, except this poem

where some sort of a world lives.  Another possibility,

 

not really different: here, you don’t leave at all.

You don’t stop coming for a moment.  I open

 

a mirror and turn its pages in front of what’s already

written. It’s what you are: sadness in front of the blue evening sky,

 

anger, insult, longing sucking the blue from your chest

or happiness that suddenly spills in front of the blue     of that evening sky;

 

it’s a voice which accompanies what, looking,

I see now or don’t see. And I see you:

 

world by world, now by now, one

and yet another one.  In this poem that stumbles from page    

 

to page you watch and flicker between letter and letter                                   

and vanish – present in every one of these apparently silent centimetres –

 

and don’t stop coming, and not really coming.  So enough, please,

don’t hide everywhere, talk to me, all of you at once.  

 
From "Poem", Dedalus publishers  Dublin, 2004

 Translated from Hebrew by Helena Berg