In the end and always the solitude

In the end and always the solitude will remain with me
And how to make it pleasant, and how to lighten its burden
And how from the void comes creation
And how in stillness, the voice of God is heard
Or maybe from the solitude I imagined his voice
And how at last the silence remains
As I sit in a winter watch by the new kerosine stove
And the flame is glowing like an orange
And I imagine the way you are sleeping.
And poems -
Still there are words
In the end there will not remain any words

And the words only strive to reach -
The words express the effort to row
Some private rowing in the sea of entities
And boundless nothingness...


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Translated from the Hebrew by the author, © 1996 Ella Bat-Tsion