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Poem From a Diary (1974)
By Avrom Sutzkever (1913-2010)
Translated by Michael Steinlauf
Who will last?
And what will last?
A breeze,
a blindman’s blindness when he’s passed,
sea-sign,
strand of foam,
a cloud caught up on its way home.
Who will last?
And what will last?
A single sound,
creation-grassed,
greening and unbound.
A fiddle rose stands tall.
Seven grasses of the grasses
will understand it all.
More than all the stars
north-strewn down to here,
a star will last
that falls into nothing but a tear.
In its jug a drop of wine stands true.
Who will last?
God will last.
Not enough for you?
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