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The world is heavy on our eyelids

— Leah Goldberg

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A young poet suddenly falls silent
for fear of telling the truth.
An old poet falls silent for fear
the best in a poem
is its lie.

How the passing of Time tries me,
its double reckoning my duty and my right:
Every day it constructs and ruins me
completing thus my life and my death.

My days are engraved in my poems
like years in the rings of a tree
like the years of my life in the furrows of my brow

death. Its weight is not great.
How lightly and with what casual grace
we carry it with us everywhere we go.

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