God Hid His Face
Selected Poems of RAJZEL ZYCHLINSKY
 
I Remember
(Dedicated to Jacob Patt)

I remember –
it was an evening 
like today –
I was alone in a park. 
The benches were empty and abandoned, 
as if they knew 
that never again 
would anyone sit on them. 
Slowly the leaves were falling, 
counting the autumns on the earth. 
Silence was all around, 
as before a storm. 
In what country was that? 
In what city? 
It was a temple 
without a God 
and without worshipers. 
And how did I, from there, 
escape?
 

Translated by Barnett Zumoff

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