Yehudit Ben-Zvi Heller

Realization

March 1, 2011 Issue 01, Issue 01 Poetry, Poetry, Translation

If I forget you Jerusalem, may my right hand wither away. . .
If I do not remember you . . .
—Psalms 137:5-6

To write in Jerusalem
in a garden
with a wind that comes from the mountain
under a canopy of grapevines

March 1, 2011 Issue 01, Issue 01 Poetry, Poetry, Translation

I took three stones from there:
one from the water
one from the sun
and a small one
to grow.

March 1, 2011 Issue 01, Issue 01 Poetry, Poetry, Translation

The puzzle of the sun’s longing for
the sea
The marvel: her love fills the sky overflows the rim till the
sea is one
with the sky