Kaddish
My room was in a poor house
The night was gilded, obscure
hidden above the suspicious gleams
The night was gilded, obscure
hidden above the suspicious gleams
of space, light, space, infinite space.
Shadows I see from my window,
unclean, unclear, in straightened circumstances.
From the road came the drunken shouts
of those who hung about not knowing
the family in the house were grieving.
The voices in the house were hushed
rendering the mourner's kaddish
men did not play cards, nor did they feast.
Shadows I see from my window,
unclean, unclear, in straightened circumstances.
From the road came the drunken shouts
of those who hung about not knowing
the family in the house were grieving.
The voices in the house were hushed
rendering the mourner's kaddish
men did not play cards, nor did they feast.
And here the past rushed into the present
communing with the dead & living spirit
whose lips I had kissed tenderly
and with passionate love, I still see lips
voluptuous with spilt wine,
bodies streaked with intoxication.
communing with the dead & living spirit
whose lips I had kissed tenderly
and with passionate love, I still see lips
voluptuous with spilt wine,
bodies streaked with intoxication.
