Here in this transport
I am Eve
With Abel my son
If you see my older son
Cain, son of Adam,
Tell him that I am
To The End of the Land
Dream of Ding Village
Michal Govrin
Yael Hedaya
Beatrice and Virgil
Limassol
Nomad
A Short History of Women
My Happiness Bears No Relation to Happiness
The Museum of Innocence
A Gate at the Stairs
Justine
This is one of my favorite poems. I love its brevity and compactness, its fleetingness and poignancy. I love the fact that it is circular, never ending but also never progressing. I am intrigued by the subtextual comments that Pagis, himself a Holocaust survivor, is making about the nature of humanity.
I came across this poem in Tsipi Keller’s “The Prophet of Tenth Street”. Haunting in its openedness. Ms. Keller ultimately has one answer in her novel.