In Her Rosy Nakedness Poem by gershon hepner

In her rosy nakedness born blind,
in front of two round hillocks close behind,
he found a place she’d carefully preserved,
to be by him, and only him, observed.
While watching it, his mind became excited,
no less than his expanding rod delighted,
impassioned by her, starting to compose
a poem about her pudendal rose
that blindly between her two thighs now waited
for him to pluck, and he, still unfellated,
did this, while spending prepuceless sweet time,
to savor its aroma like his rhyme.

Robert Alter writes about Yehuda Amichai in the Summer edition of the JRB,2011. He transliterates lines froma poem called “The Visit of the Queen of Sheba”:

vered ‘ervatah ha-iveret
mukhpelet beritspat hare’i.
Kol ha-zehirut, bah nakat,
‘et yashav ve-od shafat
acharonei ravim

Stephen’s Mitchell is:

The dewy rose of her dark pudenda
was doubled in the mirrored floor. His agenda
seemed superfluous now, and all the provisions
he had made for her, the decrees and the decisions
he had worked out while judging the last
of the litigants

Alter points out t the wordplay in the first line, for which he offers: “The sunflower of her sightless sex.”