Resonances I record,
most liberal with my ad libs,
restore from what in youth I’d hoard,
revealing only mere dribs
drab figments of my fevered mind,
the truths I gladly now reveal
since I have left the past behind,
the present being all that’s real.
Inspired by a discussion about writing between Linda and Herbert and Kinneret Davidson on the fourth light of Hanukkah,5769.
12/28/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem