The Circus By Annabelle Farmelant Translated by A.Z. Foreman I have grown tame cat claws. When the wheel revolves for my next incarnation I will return As a lion. I will re-turn time to circa the Roman circus And they will set me loose in the ring. All beasts walk on two feet And I will dig my claws into the flesh of all The numbhearts, and the numskulls And puke my shame in their faces. A typical shame I swallowed in secret. The snow has long melted The snowdrop long died out But I can never blacken even the name Of shame So typical, so pure and bright. You the numbhearts and numskulls With hearts once ocean-vast Shrank back into the muck of stupidity, Minds brilliant As adamant gemstones Switched to bogus rhinestones That used to be the cornerstone Of Empire. Now shout not: "Ave, long live Caesar!" His stoney pity Shall never be moved. Shout not: "Ave, long live Caesar!" All the Caesars are long dead. When the next revolution cycles The wheel will run faster, and the corner Stone will spin Together with Empire You'll be a tail, a chariot Dragged on and on While the buffoon in jest arises To the throne. The Original:
Two for Me at Night Moshe Feinstein Translated by A.Z. Foreman Click to hear me recite the original Hebrew Two for me at night: A shriveled leaf, a blasted thing of rot Whose shoot of green vitality was shot Out by the passing storm, fell right Against my window in the throes of the near-dead, To look on desolation-soaked shrouds of the bed And said "Oh cold it is beneath the grave's old plank, Cold and dank...." And a heh heh at my window, like the bearer of great tidings, tapped â€” A laugh of rapture born out of a lusty woman's warm young breast To hint suggestively about night secrets, and the creases of a dress Of black. Like a gazelle the cry cavorted through my blood Aroused a thirsty tremble on my lips And said aloud: "desire, desire." This it said Then went off into exile of the night Born off as a snowy bell's pure chimes Into the distance where the blackness climbs. The leaf is shuddering still on the shrouds of my bed.