My Father - Poem by Abraham Sutzkever
My father is a floe on rivers of Siberia,
My mother is a bonfire on Viliya's mire,
But both are inside me,
The floe and the bonfire.
My child, they will stay inside me,
Behind the eyelids of my eyes —
The bonfire and the floe of ice.
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