Israel
Poet: Dahlia Ravikovitch
Time Caught in a Net
And again I was like one of those little girls
With fingernails black from toil
And building tunnels in the sand.
Wherever I looked I saw purple strips.
And many eyes sparkled like silver beads.
Again I was like one of those little girls
who travel one night around the whole world
To China
To Madagascar
Shattering dishes and cups
From a surfeit of love,
A surfeit of love
A surfeit of love.
