THE GIRL WITH THE GRAIN

“This is my land!”
We knew it. This you may say no matter where you are on Earth.
Polar nights moan at your breath, daughter.
Your breath evaporates the ice.
Your body
Being as tall and whole and sure
Is the bridge where earth and sky connect.
Girl, you, the ether of all centuries!
Girl, honey of flowerfield of Ideas!
Girl, who when others mumbled you spoke!
Who when others crawled you already flew!
Who when others drowned in the crowd of their gods you with the true god spoke. Who first found the true path and since then unwavering you follow - The path of man’s destiny - The path that ends to Immortality.
Girl you
That based progress to faith!
That killed the fear of mankind to the unknown!
That paved firm soil for the world to step!
Girl, mother of all goods!
Who grabbing the torch of History you rushed into the dark and lit it!
Who put order to disordered chaos
With brainpower, with faith, with patience and blood!
Girl who holds grain at the hands Like conscience holds the keys Unlocking rotten drawers!
Girl who if we search in the pocket of your vest We’ll find the world’s oldest identity!
You, modest virgin of acacia, eucalyptus and tamarisc That in your line of sight no earthly object has a place So far, so far ahead, so deep, so high as it sees!
Modest virgin made of water of the Gihon Spring And of earth from site Ophel It is on you that God blew - And it’s from then that men started Measuring Before and After.
We gaze upon you
And see. from your lips leave alive the words of God.
We gaze upon you
And a happiness overcomes us as if we had returned to our source.
We gaze upon you
And all close to you are like a friendship and an agreement.
And all are fitting to our soul
(How does so much responsibility not break you?)
Ah! And if your mouth were to open in a kiss!
The Universe would then shiver And the whole earth would shake And armies would come from within The thousand thousands angels of Daniel - Like they did come.
Like they now come
Covering all colors
And only their pure white remains;
And now one surely sees that black doesn’t exist - That has never existed.
Because the Light is the only Truth.
And the only Truth is your form.
But girl, nothing comes from fate.
Everything has its purpose Under God’s watchful eye.
Even if your image fell into my hands Even if your shape came into my life It was because I need you.
Because here girl
Eleven years the sun is black.
Eleven years I haven’t seen the green of Spring.
They took it all and fit it into a small Square hard paper.
And hide it from me.
And they do not give it to me.
Who? You know them: Those that tortured you for centuries.
When, girl, half-naked I too Before the crowd shall dance of joy?
Eleven years I work for Rachel’s father.
When shall Rachel be mine?
You, daughter, can do all and know all:
Raab in Jericho was a prostitute;
And yet you made her name immortal.
(The prostitutes... blessed sometimes...But who shall save us from the narrow-minded?) Me, guilty? How, if your eyes mirror me?
There was, yes, once, bread, before my moans dried it.
There was definitely wine before my tears clouded it.
And now what? The days will be trite and hungry?
No! No! Nothing was lost.
My verse is as free as my life.
And my life free like the wind.
No girl. Nothing was lost.
Because poetry cannot be beaten - it lives beyond the world.
Because in your hands you hold the grain that with farmers like me Will become wheat and bread again.
Because in your hands you hold the vines that With me as the vinekeeper Will again produce sweet wine.
And let them call me liar and con-artist.
The river Jordan will answer to this blame And let me restrain my tongue.
...But this poem became too long...
However not without a purpose, because here!
Now your picture smiles at me.
Now your hidden hand you bring forward And extend it to me.
Now your lips move and promise me That with you to your parts you’ll take me - Where those who suffer much go;
Where those who deserve it much go;
Where those go that have felt
That a soft touch must go where humans place a knife.