Tag: Tsipi Keller
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Three Poems by Anat Zecharia (Translated by Tsipi Keller) from Vol. 9
Lust Nothing is more useless than Godhe doesn’t stroke my foreheaddoesn’t stretch a moist tongueto lustfully lick the bloodfrom every high hill and every mountain peakand under every green tree.1Most of the time I divine the innerparts of his body(his sharp resinous odor riseslike the odor of sex)find him in the blue reflecting from the…
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