Her Confession
The Twilight is a soaring orchard of wild cherries.
Menke Katz
A Bull
I saw a bull on the way to the slaughterhouse
City Moon
I saw angels dream under
On a Lover of Flowers
The old princesss is in love with flowers
Pool of Borough Park
Borough Park dreams of a park since its birth.
Roses of Borough Park
Rivke, little as a child, my comely wife/
Sister
Her hair braided with tough flowers,
Eating an Apple on Orchard Street
Apple, as I take you in my hand to eat,
Poems in the Vault of a Bank
My love, I see your grace tarnish as evening gold.
Mirror-Writing
I asw the cradle of my child - a tomb.
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