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Three Poems by Rivka Miriam

HIS GRANDFATHER'S FACE And when the man saw that his face was the face of his grandfather

he began speaking to himself out loud

across the generations

and his wife breathing in their wide bed

made her eyes slits

the palm of her hand over them like a tent

to catch sight of him from the distance.

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I REVEALED TO THE FISH I told the fish his own silent name.

He formed it with his mouth

till the water read his lips

till the water spread his name all over

steaming into cloud

beating against the shore

drying into nothingness.

And nothingness didn't know how to pronounce the fish's name

though a silent name it was.

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QUESTION In each of the seasons of the year the question was asked differently and the people erred in thinking there were many questions rather than the same one repeated question that isn't in need of reply its aim only to pass over the surface of faces, changing their expressions raising and lowering their lips and eyebrows to the sound like a pencil marking vibrations of heat and cold
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