And so the growing howls

And so the growing howls of a wolf-cub seem to be
They shake the verges
They pour out the consciousness in careful streams

After describing the surrounding darkness
I escaped by riding a camel to a secret mountain
Located in the solitary and shining
And in the book of God 's dreams
I opened the window -

My utopian children
A sight of summer and my veined hand
My walled-in spirit and my fenced-in day
By an exotic and succulent cactus hedge

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