The Locust Poem by Abraham Sutzkever

The Locust



The locust
Has bitten into our flesh.
He thought:
Stalks, we are stalks.

Soft eyes of donkeys
Swim in his blood.
He has devoured
All shadows of trees.

He has devoured the moon.
Now she reflects diamonds from his wings.
The stars kneel: We shall be your slaves!
And now the locust darts to God …
To God who created the locust.

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Abraham Sutzkever

Abraham Sutzkever

Smorgon, Russian Empire
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