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1 | according
2 Flies | Without being invited in advance by us,~My Sephorah.~
3 Moses | because we searched upward and afar~When the alphabet was taught
4 | against
5 Dust | conceives ~Autumn, eternally ailing,~From its inability to be
6 Moses | upward and afar~When the alphabet was taught around us and
7 | always
8 | am
9 Sepho | long,~Full of turns and ambushes that delayed my purpose,~
10 Moses | years could they suffer your anger,~Until, one after the other,
11 Moses | In a rush like the unripe apple.~Just as alone as we were
12 Frogs | by my untamed will.~They approach and enter your home, Sephorah,~
13 Locust| The dancers of death are approaching,~My Sephorah.~A wind from
14 Death | aspirations for salvation~In their arduous attempts to be understood.,~
15 Blood | You blistered lips and you arid lands,~You thirsty breasts
16 Locust| borne them in throngs,~An army of hungry moments, never
17 Dust | the sky that sifts furnace ashes,~My Sephorah.~On you and
18 Death | their eternal and false aspirations for salvation~In their arduous
19 Death | salvation~In their arduous attempts to be understood.,~While
20 Frogs | called oblivion and lack of attention,~The sallow swamp that chokes
21 Moses | withering lips blistered as in August~We desiccated the sources
22 Dust | that thereafter conceives ~Autumn, eternally ailing,~From
23 Dark | and touches him only~When avoidance becomes impossible.~The
24 Blood | Bang-bang-bang,~Bang-bang,~Bang.~See how the rivers and
25 Blood | untamed will,~Bang-bang-bang,~Bang-bang,~Bang.~See how the rivers
26 Blood | is, with my untamed will,~Bang-bang-bang,~Bang-bang,~Bang.~See how
27 Hail | like blind passion.~The barley in the sheaves is scorched
28 Sepho | pay yourself.~It is both beautiful and hard to be the wife
29 Frogs | sleep,~They creep into your bed.~They stain its white sheets~
30 Dark | becomes impossible.~The belated reward pains you~As it does
31 | between
32 Death | elephants return to die in their birthplace.~"Who is not with me is
33 Flies | Sephorah.~Neither wound, nor bite, nor poison~On your marble-white
34 Mosqui| remained the gray scars of bites,~My Sephorah.~
35 Moses | that we should not have bitten~In a rush like the unripe
36 Dark | and the lowest, and the black and white~You dread the
37 Moses | one after the other, we blame~The walls and the roof,
38 Moses | neighbour's vine~And never blessed our wild weeds~Neither the
39 Moses | sand~From the wind that we blew with our cheeks,~Or rather
40 Blood | all other waters have been bloodied,~The snow is melting and
41 Hail | As is the flax which just bloomed,~But not the wheat that
42 Moses | and some are shredded~From bolts of lightning and our impatience.~
43 Moses | unfolding like pages of a book,~My Lord.~Pages worn from
44 Locust| A wind from the east has borne them in throngs,~An army
45 | both
46 Moses | light~It sufficed that we bow our heads and listen to
47 Moses | breasts.~And they hurt in my breast,~My Lord.~
48 Locust| And the body a soul and a breath together~The dancers of
49 Dust | Sephorah,~With your lungs you breathe it in,~It envelops you entirely~
50 Frogs | poisonous,~All kinds of breaths, all of them muddied,~And
51 Frogs | creeping,~All types of lilies, brightly coloured, but poisonous,~
52 Death | My Sephorah!~On your wise brow as on the crossbeam of a
53 Beasts| donkeys chewing on thorny bushes,~Died the kindness of the
54 Sepho | understanding,~And then you came, with your body enwrapped
55 Beasts| sunset,~Died the sacrifice of camels in the fallow desert,~Died
56 | can
57 Hail | Intermediate things have always caused you to shake, Sephorah,~
58 Dust | entirely~In a mantle that changes according to season. ~It'
59 Moses | wind that we blew with our cheeks,~Or rather like repentant
60 Beasts| the naivety of the donkeys chewing on thorny bushes,~Died the
61 Sepho | though I knew that only children expect instant victory~And
62 Frogs | attention,~The sallow swamp that chokes the green,~As the moment
63 Moses | we are idle or forget~To cleanse ourselves before every departure.~
64 Flies | could do without. ~ This cloud of flies is the shroud,~
65 Mosqui| of dust have now become clouds of mosquitoes,~My Sephorah.~
66 Moses | beginning,~My Lord.~Our huts collapse before being completed,~
67 Frogs | types of lilies, brightly coloured, but poisonous,~All kinds
68 Flies | expected end.~Because death comes rarely~Without being invited
69 Moses | huts collapse before being completed,~No thousand years could
70 Dust | gray sorrow that thereafter conceives ~Autumn, eternally ailing,~
71 Mosqui| the cause than from the consequences, Sephorah,~The cause that
72 Hail | ripen~Nor your invincible core,~My Sephorah.~
73 Moses | knowledge is nothing~But a correction of errors once made.~You
74 Beasts| and the fertility of the cow.~They were cut, one by one ,~
75 Flies | everywhere and drive you crazy, Sephorah,~Like grains of
76 Moses | daily reading,~Some are creased and some are shredded~From
77 Death | beginning and the end are the creations of others,~Even though the
78 Frogs | room where you sleep,~They creep into your bed.~They stain
79 Frogs | reptiles, repulsive, slowly creeping,~All types of lilies, brightly
80 Frogs | sleep ~With their salivating cries,~Croak-croak-croak,~Croak,
81 Frogs | their salivating cries,~Croak-croak-croak,~Croak, croak,~Croak.~When
82 Death | your wise brow as on the crossbeam of a heated house ~I have
83 Sepho | Filled with poison, the cup in your fair hands~And yet,
84 Locust| and a breath together~The dancers of death are approaching,~
85 Mosqui| And perhaps never to the daughters of Eve.~The swirls of dust
86 Moses | and everywhere.~Just as deaf as we were in the beginning, ~
87 Moses | page did we know how to decipher,~Not a single line, not
88 Sepho | turns and ambushes that delayed my purpose,~Even though
89 Moses | cleanse ourselves before every departure.~Just as homeless as we
90 Beasts| of camels in the fallow desert,~Died the naivety of the
91 Moses | blistered as in August~We desiccated the sources of life one
92 Moses | Lord.~Simply because we desired our neighbour's vine~And
93 Sepho | your fair hands~And yet, despair is a virtue and joy is a
94 Death | the elephants return to die in their birthplace.~"Who
95 Dark | fire, Sephorah,~When shapes disappear and everything becomes the
96 Moses | are nowhere,~My Lord.~We disregarded all the reasons for blood,~
97 Dark | darkness is darkness, and dissipates not like the mist,~Because
98 Moses | know how to hear your voice~Distracted by a thousand and one false
99 Frogs | They stain its white sheets~Disturb your tranquil sleep ~With
100 Death | Tenth Plague: Death~You're disturbed more by death than by life,
101 Mosqui| your silence and over your divine patience,~Over your tears
102 | do
103 Beasts| Died the naivety of the donkeys chewing on thorny bushes,~
104 Mosqui| sleep and over your virgin dreams,~Over your silence and over
105 Moses | beginning,~My Lord.~With our dried and withering lips blistered
106 Blood | Drip-drip-drip,~Drip-drip,~Drip.~Understand now the value
107 Blood | dripping blood,~Drip-drip-drip,~Drip-drip,~Drip.~Understand now the
108 Blood | icicles are dripping blood,~Drip-drip-drip,~Drip-drip,~Drip.~Understand
109 Blood | sharp-pointed icicles are dripping blood,~Drip-drip-drip,~Drip-drip,~
110 Blood | The snow is melting and it drips blood~The sharp-pointed
111 Flies | tiny and everywhere and drive you crazy, Sephorah,~Like
112 Locust| Sephorah.~A wind from the east has borne them in throngs,~
113 Locust| The Eighth Plague: the Locusts~The
114 Death | others,~Even though the elephants return to die in their birthplace.~"
115 Sepho | The Eleventh Plague: Sephorah~Stronger
116 Frogs | muddied,~And in the end, the emblematic frogs: ~ Lured by my snake-shaped
117 Moses | Sought and then created ~Endless springs of blood.~Just as
118 Hail | But not the wheat that endures and is late to ripen~Nor
119 Frogs | will.~They approach and enter your home, Sephorah,~In
120 Hail | ropes with hailstone spines,~Enticed by my wooden staff~With
121 Dust | breathe it in,~It envelops you entirely~In a mantle that changes
122 Dust | lungs you breathe it in,~It envelops you entirely~In a mantle
123 Sepho | you came, with your body enwrapped in spirit.~I loved only
124 Moses | nothing~But a correction of errors once made.~You are still
125 Locust| everything that remains ~Especially young sprigs, as yet to
126 Death | isolated people~With their eternal and false aspirations for
127 Dust | thereafter conceives ~Autumn, eternally ailing,~From its inability
128 Frogs | As the moment strangles eternity.~The swamp that spawns monsters,~
129 Mosqui| never to the daughters of Eve.~The swirls of dust have
130 Sepho | and joy is a sin,~Whereas events live less than people.~When
131 | Everyone
132 Hail | shake, Sephorah,~Hail, for example - neither a raindrop nor
133 Sepho | knew that only children expect instant victory~And that
134 Flies | start is projected as an expected end.~Because death comes
135 Dust | may seem to the untrained eye~To the stare that only strokes
136 Mosqui| My Sephorah.~Over your face and over your tall body,~
137 Sepho | poison, the cup in your fair hands~And yet, despair is
138 Sepho | Sephorah,~My staff and my faith were too small: only to
139 Flies | grains of the pale sand falling through the fingers,~Or
140 Beasts| sacrifice of camels in the fallow desert,~Died the naivety
141 Dust | other breathing being around~Falls the gray sorrow that thereafter
142 Sepho | been the road, Sephorah, far too long,~Full of turns
143 Dust | to human beings and their fate,~For fates under the dust
144 Dust | beings and their fate,~For fates under the dust all become
145 Flies | somewhere under your skin~Where feelings sting like an uncommitted
146 Beasts| kindness of the sheep and the fertility of the cow.~They were cut,
147 Beasts| the grace of mares in the fields at sunset,~Died the sacrifice
148 Hail | my wooden staff~With the fiery snakes of lightning,~Scorching
149 Beasts| The Fifth Plague: the Beasts~Once
150 Frogs | croak,~Croak.~When the Gods fight with one another~Man must
151 Sepho | did not love me, Sephorah,~Filled with poison, the cup in
152 Flies | sand falling through the fingers,~Or like words and daily
153 Blood | thirsty breasts and you hungry fish,~You forgot that they fished
154 Blood | fish,~You forgot that they fished me from the water with my
155 Hail | scorched and withered~As is the flax which just bloomed,~But
156 Death | While the death itself flees from you, ~My Sephorah!~
157 Moses | And when we think we are flying higher and higher ~The dust
158 Moses | forgot that the wounds of our foes~Would one day hurt even
159 Moses | the screams of grieving folk,~We forgot that the wounds
160 Blood | life at the beginning~Death followed in its footsteps.~
161 Blood | beginning~Death followed in its footsteps.~
162 Moses | simply because we are idle or forget~To cleanse ourselves before
163 | found
164 Moses | and the roof, and then the foundations.~Just as thirsty as we were
165 Flies | The Fourth Plague: the Flies~They are
166 Blood | name, that rises out of the fresh wound,~Blood that shines
167 Dark | towards yourself~As to a friend lost and found after many
168 Mosqui| motherhood and over your rare fruit,~Over your roots and over
169 Sepho | Sephorah, far too long,~Full of turns and ambushes that
170 Dust | It's the sky that sifts furnace ashes,~My Sephorah.~On you
171 Hail | Sephorah.~They are not pearly garlands that hang in the heavens~
172 Moses | our wild weeds~Neither the globe that we should not have
173 Blood | water~And let my purpose go~You blistered lips and you
174 Locust| satiated,~A plague that gobbles up everything that remains ~
175 Frogs | croak,~Croak.~When the Gods fight with one another~Man
176 Beasts| grievously, one by one~Died the grace of mares in the fields at
177 Moses | forgot even the screams of grieving folk,~We forgot that the
178 Beasts| Sephorah.~They perished in you, grievously, one by one~Died the grace
179 Locust| young sprigs, as yet to grow shoots ~And everything else
180 Hail | the heavens~But ropes with hailstone spines,~Enticed by my wooden
181 Hail | not pearly garlands that hang in the heavens~But ropes
182 Mosqui| somebody else within me,~It happens rarely, very rarely to human
183 Sepho | It is both beautiful and hard to be the wife of a prophet,~
184 | he
185 Moses | sufficed that we bow our heads and listen to our breathing.~
186 Locust| Plague: the Locusts~The healed wound brings forth another,
187 Moses | We did not know how to hear your voice~Distracted by
188 Death | as on the crossbeam of a heated house ~I have left the telling
189 Dark | like the mist,~Because it hides the unknown and reveals
190 Dark | everything becomes the same,~The highest and the lowest, and the
191 | him
192 Frogs | approach and enter your home, Sephorah,~In the room where
193 Moses | every departure.~Just as homeless as we were in the beginning,~
194 Locust| green and that nourishes the hope~Sown in your soul~And in
195 Death | the crossbeam of a heated house ~I have left the telling
196 Moses | beginning,~My Lord.~Our huts collapse before being completed,~
197 Hail | are alone between fire and ice,~My Sephorah.~They are not
198 Blood | blood~The sharp-pointed icicles are dripping blood,~Drip-drip-drip,~
199 Moses | us simply because we are idle or forget~To cleanse ourselves
200 Moses | springs of blood.~Just as ignorant as we were in the beginning,~
201 Moses | bolts of lightning and our impatience.~Just as blind as we were
202 Dark | only~When avoidance becomes impossible.~The belated reward pains
203 Dust | eternally ailing,~From its inability to be another season,~More
204 Sepho | that only children expect instant victory~And that all the
205 Hail | Seventh Plague: the Hail~Intermediate things have always caused
206 | into
207 Hail | is late to ripen~Nor your invincible core,~My Sephorah.~
208 Flies | comes rarely~Without being invited in advance by us,~My Sephorah.~
209 Death | life near to me and my isolated people~With their eternal
210 Sepho | despair is a virtue and joy is a sin,~Whereas events
211 Beasts| thorny bushes,~Died the kindness of the sheep and the fertility
212 Frogs | coloured, but poisonous,~All kinds of breaths, all of them
213 Moses | the second,~Thus, even our knowledge is nothing~But a correction
214 Dark | unknown and reveals the known.~Man does not see man, and
215 Frogs | swamp called oblivion and lack of attention,~The sallow
216 Blood | blistered lips and you arid lands,~You thirsty breasts and
217 Hail | wheat that endures and is late to ripen~Nor your invincible
218 Death | of a heated house ~I have left the telling sign of blood:~
219 | less
220 | let
221 Moses | single line, not a single letter,~Simply because we searched
222 Moses | everything was so simple and light~It sufficed that we bow
223 Frogs | slowly creeping,~All types of lilies, brightly coloured, but
224 Moses | to decipher,~Not a single line, not a single letter,~Simply
225 Moses | that we bow our heads and listen to our breathing.~Just as
226 Sepho | is a sin,~Whereas events live less than people.~When you
227 Locust| The Eighth Plague: the Locusts~The healed wound brings
228 Dark | yourself~As to a friend lost and found after many many
229 Sepho | body enwrapped in spirit.~I loved only the purpose and thus
230 Dark | same,~The highest and the lowest, and the black and white~
231 Frogs | the emblematic frogs: ~ Lured by my snake-shaped staff,~
232 | made
233 | make
234 Dust | envelops you entirely~In a mantle that changes according to
235 Flies | bite, nor poison~On your marble-white body~Or all three at once,
236 Sepho | the prophets of old were marching through me.~But long roads
237 Beasts| by one~Died the grace of mares in the fields at sunset,~
238 Blood | been bloodied,~The snow is melting and it drips blood~The sharp-pointed
239 Dark | dissipates not like the mist,~Because it hides the unknown
240 Locust| throngs,~An army of hungry moments, never satiated,~A plague
241 Frogs | eternity.~The swamp that spawns monsters,~My Sephorah.~All sorts
242 Moses | The plagues of Moses~Everyone forgot Sephorah,
243 Mosqui| your rare smile,~Over your motherhood and over your rare fruit,~
244 | much
245 Frogs | of breaths, all of them muddied,~And in the end, the emblematic
246 Beasts| fallow desert,~Died the naivety of the donkeys chewing on
247 Death | Sephorah,~That is, life near to me and my isolated people~
248 Blood | blood,~My Sephorah.~I only need to strike it with my snake-shaped
249 Sepho | its own self suffice.~I needed more love than understanding,~
250 Moses | Simply because we desired our neighbour's vine~And never blessed
251 Dark | The Ninth Plague: the Darkness~You
252 | nothing
253 Locust| else that is green and that nourishes the hope~Sown in your soul~
254 | nowhere
255 Locust| soul becomes a soulless object~And the body a soul and
256 Frogs | Sephorah,~The swamp called oblivion and lack of attention,~The
257 Sepho | that all the prophets of old were marching through me.~
258 Moses | Or rather like repentant orphans ~Because they raised their
259 | ourselves
260 | out
261 | own
262 Moses | beginning,~My Lord.~Not a single page did we know how to decipher,~
263 Flies | Sephorah,~Like grains of the pale sand falling through the
264 Moses | their hands and slew their parents.~Just as much in the dust
265 Hail | lightning,~Scorching like blind passion.~The barley in the sheaves
266 Mosqui| silence and over your divine patience,~Over your tears and over
267 Frogs | one another~Man must make peace with himself.~My Sephorah.~
268 Hail | My Sephorah.~They are not pearly garlands that hang in the
269 Moses | The plagues of Moses~Everyone forgot
270 Frogs | brightly coloured, but poisonous,~All kinds of breaths, all
271 Dust | the Dust~The dust is like prejudice, Sephorah,~With your lungs
272 Flies | sin~And where the start is projected as an expected end.~Because
273 Sepho | victory~And that all the prophets of old were marching through
274 Moses | higher and higher ~The dust pursues us simply because we are
275 Moses | repentant orphans ~Because they raised their hands and slew their
276 | rather
277 Death | Tenth Plague: Death~You're disturbed more by death
278 Moses | more worn from their daily reading,~Some are creased and some
279 Moses | We disregarded all the reasons for blood,~We forgot even
280 Death | another shelter,~For man can recognize only what he has created
281 Mosqui| Plague: the Mosquitoes~You recoil more from the cause than
282 Dark | you~As it does me and my rediscovered self,~My Sephorah.~
283 Sepho | than on my wooden will,~I rely on your silent sacrifice,
284 Mosqui| over your green stem~Have remained the gray scars of bites,~
285 Locust| gobbles up everything that remains ~Especially young sprigs,
286 Death | sign of blood:~May death remember and seek another shelter,~
287 Moses | our cheeks,~Or rather like repentant orphans ~Because they raised
288 Frogs | My Sephorah.~All sorts of reptiles, repulsive, slowly creeping,~
289 Frogs | All sorts of reptiles, repulsive, slowly creeping,~All types
290 Death | Even though the elephants return to die in their birthplace.~"
291 Dark | it hides the unknown and reveals the known.~Man does not
292 Dark | impossible.~The belated reward pains you~As it does me
293 Hail | that endures and is late to ripen~Nor your invincible core,~
294 Blood | blood that has no name, that rises out of the fresh wound,~
295 Blood | Bang-bang,~Bang.~See how the rivers and all other waters have
296 Sepho | silent.~Long has been the road, Sephorah, far too long,~
297 Sepho | marching through me.~But long roads never end, Sephorah,~My
298 Moses | blame~The walls and the roof, and then the foundations.~
299 Frogs | your home, Sephorah,~In the room where you sleep,~They creep
300 Mosqui| your rare fruit,~Over your roots and over your green stem~
301 Hail | hang in the heavens~But ropes with hailstone spines,~Enticed
302 Flies | Or like words and daily routines~That we could do without. ~
303 Moses | should not have bitten~In a rush like the unripe apple.~Just
304 Sepho | Plague: Sephorah~Stronger and safer than on my wooden will,~
305 Frogs | tranquil sleep ~With their salivating cries,~Croak-croak-croak,~
306 Frogs | and lack of attention,~The sallow swamp that chokes the green,~
307 Locust| of hungry moments, never satiated,~A plague that gobbles up
308 Moses | Pages worn from time~Yet I say they are more worn from
309 Mosqui| stem~Have remained the gray scars of bites,~My Sephorah.~
310 Moses | the beginning,~My Lord.~Scattered about like grains of sand~
311 Hail | barley in the sheaves is scorched and withered~As is the flax
312 Hail | fiery snakes of lightning,~Scorching like blind passion.~The
313 Moses | blood,~We forgot even the screams of grieving folk,~We forgot
314 Moses | letter,~Simply because we searched upward and afar~When the
315 Death | May death remember and seek another shelter,~For man
316 | seem
317 Dust | Like the dust strokes your senses,~My Sephorah.~
318 Hail | The Seventh Plague: the Hail~Intermediate
319 Blood | the blood than from the shadows, Sephorah. ~From the blood
320 Dark | the fire, Sephorah,~When shapes disappear and everything
321 Blood | melting and it drips blood~The sharp-pointed icicles are dripping blood,~
322 Hail | passion.~The barley in the sheaves is scorched and withered~
323 Beasts| Died the kindness of the sheep and the fertility of the
324 Frogs | bed.~They stain its white sheets~Disturb your tranquil sleep ~
325 Death | remember and seek another shelter,~For man can recognize only
326 Blood | fresh wound,~Blood that shines the same in all wounds,~
327 Locust| young sprigs, as yet to grow shoots ~And everything else that
328 | should
329 Moses | are creased and some are shredded~From bolts of lightning
330 Flies | This cloud of flies is the shroud,~My Sephorah.~Neither wound,
331 Frogs | Second Plague: the Frogs~You shudder more from the swamp than
332 Dust | season. ~It's the sky that sifts furnace ashes,~My Sephorah.~
333 Death | I have left the telling sign of blood:~May death remember
334 Mosqui| virgin dreams,~Over your silence and over your divine patience,~
335 Dust | be another season,~More similar to human beings and their
336 Moses | When everything was so simple and light~It sufficed that
337 Dust | The Sixth Plague: the Dust~The dust
338 Flies | once, somewhere under your skin~Where feelings sting like
339 Dust | according to season. ~It's the sky that sifts furnace ashes,~
340 Moses | they raised their hands and slew their parents.~Just as much
341 Frogs | of reptiles, repulsive, slowly creeping,~All types of lilies,
342 Mosqui| tears and over your rare smile,~Over your motherhood and
343 Hail | wooden staff~With the fiery snakes of lightning,~Scorching
344 Blood | have been bloodied,~The snow is melting and it drips
345 Mosqui| The cause that is me or somebody else within me,~It happens
346 | someone
347 | somewhere
348 Dust | being around~Falls the gray sorrow that thereafter conceives ~
349 Frogs | monsters,~My Sephorah.~All sorts of reptiles, repulsive,
350 Moses | sources of life one by one,~Sought and then created ~Endless
351 Locust| when the soul becomes a soulless object~And the body a soul
352 Moses | August~We desiccated the sources of life one by one,~Sought
353 Locust| that nourishes the hope~Sown in your soul~And in your
354 Frogs | eternity.~The swamp that spawns monsters,~My Sephorah.~All
355 Hail | But ropes with hailstone spines,~Enticed by my wooden staff~
356 Sepho | with your body enwrapped in spirit.~I loved only the purpose
357 Beasts| Plague: the Beasts~Once I spoke of you as I did of the beasts,
358 Locust| remains ~Especially young sprigs, as yet to grow shoots ~
359 Moses | and then created ~Endless springs of blood.~Just as ignorant
360 Frogs | creep into your bed.~They stain its white sheets~Disturb
361 Dust | the untrained eye~To the stare that only strokes the surface~
362 Flies | uncommitted sin~And where the start is projected as an expected
363 Mosqui| roots and over your green stem~Have remained the gray scars
364 Moses | because we took the second step before the third~And said
365 | still
366 Flies | your skin~Where feelings sting like an uncommitted sin~
367 Frogs | the green,~As the moment strangles eternity.~The swamp that
368 Blood | Sephorah.~I only need to strike it with my snake-shaped
369 Sepho | Eleventh Plague: Sephorah~Stronger and safer than on my wooden
370 Moses | thousand years could they suffer your anger,~Until, one after
371 Sepho | the Lord does its own self suffice.~I needed more love than
372 Moses | was so simple and light~It sufficed that we bow our heads and
373 Beasts| of mares in the fields at sunset,~Died the sacrifice of camels
374 Dust | stare that only strokes the surface~Like the dust strokes your
375 Mosqui| the daughters of Eve.~The swirls of dust have now become
376 Beasts| it's the same thing.~I am talking about those times when you
377 Mosqui| your face and over your tall body,~Over your lips and
378 Moses | afar~When the alphabet was taught around us and everywhere.~
379 Mosqui| divine patience,~Over your tears and over your rare smile,~
380 Death | heated house ~I have left the telling sign of blood:~May death
381 Death | The Tenth Plague: Death~You're disturbed
382 Beasts| in you everything that is theirs, it's the same thing.~I
383 | there
384 | thereafter
385 Hail | Plague: the Hail~Intermediate things have always caused you to
386 Moses | there is dust~And when we think we are flying higher and
387 | This
388 Beasts| of the donkeys chewing on thorny bushes,~Died the kindness
389 | those
390 Beasts| cut them, one by one,~The threads that tied you to nature,~
391 Flies | marble-white body~Or all three at once, somewhere under
392 Locust| the east has borne them in throngs,~An army of hungry moments,
393 Beasts| by one,~The threads that tied you to nature,~My Sephorah.~
394 Moses | My Lord.~Pages worn from time~Yet I say they are more
395 Beasts| I am talking about those times when you were called nature~
396 Flies | Plague: the Flies~They are tiny and everywhere and drive
397 Moses | Lord.~Simply because we took the second step before the
398 Dark | dread the darkness that is touched by hands,~My Sephorah.~Then
399 Dark | Man does not see man, and touches him only~When avoidance
400 | towards
401 Frogs | white sheets~Disturb your tranquil sleep ~With their salivating
402 Dark | no other salvation but to turn towards yourself~As to a
403 Sepho | Sephorah, far too long,~Full of turns and ambushes that delayed
404 Frogs | repulsive, slowly creeping,~All types of lilies, brightly coloured,
405 Flies | Where feelings sting like an uncommitted sin~And where the start
406 Blood | Drip-drip-drip,~Drip-drip,~Drip.~Understand now the value of water~And
407 Sepho | I needed more love than understanding,~And then you came, with
408 Death | their arduous attempts to be understood.,~While the death itself
409 Moses | s wife.~The heavens are unfolding like pages of a book,~My
410 Sepho | Sephorah, ~You, the most unhealed of all my wounds~That pains
411 Dark | mist,~Because it hides the unknown and reveals the known.~Man
412 Moses | bitten~In a rush like the unripe apple.~Just as alone as
413 Dust | Or so it may seem to the untrained eye~To the stare that only
414 | up
415 Moses | Simply because we searched upward and afar~When the alphabet
416 Blood | Drip.~Understand now the value of water~And let my purpose
417 | very
418 Sepho | children expect instant victory~And that all the prophets
419 Moses | desired our neighbour's vine~And never blessed our wild
420 Mosqui| your sleep and over your virgin dreams,~Over your silence
421 Sepho | hands~And yet, despair is a virtue and joy is a sin,~Whereas
422 Moses | not know how to hear your voice~Distracted by a thousand
423 Moses | a thousand and one false voices,~When everything was so
424 Moses | the other, we blame~The walls and the roof, and then the
425 Locust| in your soul~And in your warm body,~My Sephorah.~
426 Blood | the rivers and all other waters have been bloodied,~The
427 Moses | And never blessed our wild weeds~Neither the globe that we
428 | what
429 Hail | just bloomed,~But not the wheat that endures and is late
430 | which
431 | While
432 Moses | vine~And never blessed our wild weeds~Neither the globe
433 Death | you, ~My Sephorah!~On your wise brow as on the crossbeam
434 Hail | sheaves is scorched and withered~As is the flax which just
435 Moses | Lord.~With our dried and withering lips blistered as in August~
436 | within
437 Beasts| nature~Or when nature was a woman, it's the same thing.~But
438 Moses | third~And said the first word after the second,~Thus,
439 Flies | through the fingers,~Or like words and daily routines~That
440 | Would
441 Locust| that remains ~Especially young sprigs, as yet to grow shoots ~
442 | yours