A Saturday Woman Poet, Dvora Amir.

How many Windows Does a Person Need

How many windows does a person need to open himself,
so he won’t be like Captain Nemo, trapped in the webs of length
and width coordinates
hunted by his world. Among navigation instruments, ” moving
within the moveable base”.
Closed in, as if saying let the world come through my porthole,
let it accustom itself to me.
And on his eyes he put patches made of glass to keep tears
from pouring to the light.
He too needed several windows to save his life.
A tiny slit, a teeny gate to look through, and from the inside out.
Like Jonah in the belly of the whale, in the closing darkness
he saw a sparkling pearl,
pressed up against the fish’s pupil like an old man to the
keyhole in his door.
He saw flowing water moving towards him, and knew: the fish as well as the
various creatures of the sea
like him live their lives in a trap,
and he heard his mouth telling his ears, I am alive.

 by Dvora Amir,  a poet from Jerusalem, she came to Israel from Poland. This poem is translated by Linda Zisquit.

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