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Article: Letter to Ibn Gabirol. (poem)(The Keys to the Garden: Israeli Writing in the Middle East)
- Article from:
- The Literary Review
- Article date:
- January 1, 1994
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Los Angeles, April, 1987 parted from my brother my house my coffin I scorn those around me unsuited even to be dogs to my flock This spring again I won't go over I hear you Ibn Gabirol I am coming to you Ibn Gabirol you have been cast out from the pores of my skin you are the one who understands, because you're my age and the spring is bewitched and you're a wizard of anger refined by feet and vowels Your heart called out from the wilderness what will be is what was your throat was parched in calling out then come on, let's have a Coke I stole--but did not deny--your words: did you take them with you to the grave covered with clumps of your wrath? Did the one who uncovers ...