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The Poetry of Zvi Yair
"Tell us a story, Grandpa!" begged the children. "Tell us a story about a prince..."
They stand behind our chair Holding on to the fork in our hand...
I went looking for your footsteps Princess, mother In the sands of yesterday-- But how would I find them? Your fragile foot So delicate, so kindly Never pressed down Upon the ground... I searched for your monument Among the gravestones-- But who strings p...
Once there was/ A mighty king/ And in all lands of his kingdom/ No man lifted/ Hand nor foot/ Without his say
This one night/ Allow my fantasy/ That death/ I will not see
Over this one thing I implore You: That my cup of gratitude With a tear is laced
In my youth/ My eyes beheld/ Realities to the millions...
(a d'vaikus talk)
The droplet yearns for the source. The spark craves the great fire. Shall we plunge into the sea of Nothingness?
Solitary and without friend/ Is he/ Therefore/ Every man/ Is his brother
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