Eli Spivakovsky Poems

Ice ribbons around icebergs: a calendar to date it with
and star-tipped
and snow-capped
and split clouds of cumulonimbus
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Jerusalem
there are crystals coming out of the sky
the same shape as honeycomb
there's an electro-trance band playing
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Your Pacific urges,
crack through old technology
marine-drenched cables
and the international telephonic corridors
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Dudaim, they're Biblical:

‘Violets' or ‘Mandrakes'.
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5 sisters
gone
in 2 weeks
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Cinnamon stick
Vanilla bean
frost
snow
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I was with the gypsy folk
They had me
sing
to their donkeys
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dreams are bereft of you
My mail carries a secret
Inside it is a flying dove
that comes back to the owner
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a library for honest men
academies of pure thought
students of swapped secrets
a road of silk
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Like coming home
O my sweets
how I have missed you
come curl to my lips
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