By the fig-tree, mark xxvi, I scribe on its bark

By the fig-tree, mark xxvi, I scribe on its bark
Friday, expecting the Queen
And a light breeze awakes the petals
In the mirrored room I bend over to scribe
The book of conjugations and roots
And interpret the meanings of each and every form
As mentioned, my library overlooks the garden
And I watch over my theoretical work
To open the garden a little, my sister the bride


Queen
In jewish literature, honorary name for Shabbath (the seventh day of the week, which is a day of rest).



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