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Number 15: Autumn 2022

Translated Poetry: Between our Tongues (in Hebrew)

Yael Pilowsky Bankirer

Golden Letters

You sent me poetry letters
you asked me to reveal their folded magic
the erupting lava within your
golden round handwriting.

Naked, stood the words
before my gaze
foreign signs of unfamiliar language.
I craved to catch fire but
the readings of my eye crucified the letters
and the touch of my fingers
like Midas
holding his daughter.