The Saw Poem by Abraham Sutzkever
The Saw
A man transformed himself into a saw.
Except for me, no one could see him breathe.
And people, when they crossed his jagged path,
Could feel in their own flesh his sawing teeth.
He sawed apart his time, his home, his world.
He sawed the marble sun, the rain, the stone.
And only words he could not saw apart.
And no one saw him, only I alone.
Monday, July 21, 2014
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