It is unclear to find a letter saturated

It is unclear to find a letter saturated
Under a slit of the door while I come to my heritage
And the miracle of the water the rain the wine and the bread
The miracle of our love has already occured
Today we are a pair of faithful doves
Once there was a fountain here ---

Do flow the soul, blue and burnt-out flame,
And beneath an additional fig-tree ---
I painted a serrated leaf and a sword-like flower
And an orange ball of sun in the corner of the page
Here I will represent a new artist who will represent herself
And naked breasts of her work made of gypsum

True like all the days mount Kapoliné sharpens itself towards its collapse
For they say the core is turning-over into a volcano
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Translated from the Hebrew by the author, © 1996 Ella Bat-Tsion