For Abraham Ofek
Return to classical
Greece
Because of what is ‘frozen' in it.
As one who finds
A kernel of wheat
Preserved, in the tomb of a pyramid.
Or the excitement of the first
Encounter with Cubism:
It too belongs here.
The journey of the broken
Line, the poem
‘Without a Subject.'
After years
In the tropics,
The beginning of cold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem