Thursday Poem


Once I was a Paleolithic painter, a sensual hunter
plundering the earth, living from hand to mouth,
drawing at one end of the cave, all my worries ordinary.
I was faithful to nature, transmitting pure and honest beauty,
my drawings of movement were snapshots.
I saw the finest nuances of color
and didn’t know what shadows were.
I didn’t believe in gods or the world to come,
I lived in an age of deeds
and afterwards I split in two and divided the world
into reality and the beyond,
the seen world and the hidden one
the mortal body and the soul.

by Yediot Aharonot
from Ra'ad ha-ear
Publisher: Yediot Aharonot, Tel Aviv, 2013
translation, Lisa Katz