Landscape Poem by Dan Uriel

Let's not break ourselves, why
Who is alien to our destiny
Everyone who chews on himself
The teeth are conceived for that
And because you're a hungry rag, your teeth
Can you beg the can
Are you cold? Well tell me, can you believe
Its walls have snowy landscapes,
Naked women set apple trees

The sky is shining. Spreading, frosty net
The icy bogs wearing stars
Poplar cries here. And wading in solid water
Fishermen quiet shadow ring there
Now they're going ashore in their hoarse boots
And while drinking nuggets softly

The use of the fish flashes
And the net rings at the bottom in little water
The dark light body of a bulldog pike
As a shadow lies on the belly of the bream
And as if it were the softness of a carp
Yawning gets on the roller after water

The rafters, the tower of the church,
Dropped in the snow, sprinkled in the snow
Like the droppings of lambs
They are blackened into the distance
White winds - in a herd
As if horses were slipping
From pure frost and invisibly
Their hooves sparkle in the snow