I wish you were dead, Shulamith

(poem 8 of 32)

I wish you were dead, Shulamith
Yesterday I analysed a few poems
Also one of my own
In the end I wrote this is a poem about love, runned-down love
Bialik too wants to die (suddenly I am aware)

Shulamith, I wish you were dead, simple as that ---
One broken stair has destroyed the whole stairway

("I have begun to work as a secretary
Typing letters for the economic attaché
I will grow nails with red varnish")

I want psychological contact
I want physical contact ---
To treasure inside me all the warmth for days without ---
And how they have beheaded Jonathan with a gladiolus' branch
And how the monster turns into sea
And how an orange bleeds?

In front of you wilderness is sown ---
How will you skip over
What's the whole idea?
Tomorrow I'll come to tell you there is no more water
Water water
Pleasure and orders have been deranged. Which rule motivated her?
Tying ends into a parcel of threads, a parcel of canes
To make a chair of reeds (for important guests)
Especially for me
And one day all will be destroyed by strong motion
The nest will disintegrate, the eggs will crack, for we must, we must curb the emotion ---

* Hayim Nahman Bialik (1873-1934) is considered as the Hebrew national poet.

Translated from the Hebrew by the author, © 1996 Ella Bat-Tsion, http://dapim.net