Lovesong Poem by Abraham Sutzkever

Lovesong



Fire is the wife of storm.
She, whom I love,
Is the wife of my tears.
Tears that bind
My soul to god Moari
Like steps of love-oxen
That bind two people.

Beautiful, chop off my hands,
If they are fit to be your earrings.

Give me, woman, your future grayness,
I shall rejoice to be gray.

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Abraham Sutzkever

Abraham Sutzkever

Smorgon, Russian Empire
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