The Destiny of a Poem
“And I likewise will go with thee
into thy lot” (Judges, chapter 1, 3).
To be written on the ice,
To be melt from solid to liquid,
To disperse in the turbulent wind,
To be read in the heaviness of the clouds,
To be heard suddenly in the voice of the rain,
To merge with the roots of the growing grass,
To be strained to the river’s stream,
To be lost in the waves of ocean,
Or to dissolve in oblivion…
And I likewise will go with it
Into its lot.
To be melt from solid to liquid,
To disperse in the turbulent wind,
To be read in the heaviness of the clouds,
To be heard suddenly in the voice of the rain,
To merge with the roots of the growing grass,
To be strained to the river’s stream,
To be lost in the waves of ocean,
Or to dissolve in oblivion…
And I likewise will go with it
Into its lot.
Written by Moshe D. Shafrir-Stillman