Two Poems
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The wildflowers don’t bloom on command
nor can their seeds be sown
rebellious winds whirl at dawn
winnowing seeds toward the ossuaries of the fields
in the temple of rocks.
At night
gardeners spit the dew of the earth
spit its disarray
The Upside-Down Pear
Between six petals
like the Sabbath, Queen of days
– Abraham A. Cohen (eleventh century)
The Sabbath is mirrored in your gaze
Desire a citrus growing in my body
Let my treetop fill with fruit, let it moisten
Inches away from your loins
Which peeled back lustfully like
a pear
Translations from the Greek
By Adam J. Goldwyn