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by Ronny Someck (Translated by Barbara Goldberg and Moshe Dor)
End of December and the green of King Saul Avenue copies itself from leaves, the fire remains1 in red and the yellow is yellow. Tonight during intervals2 of sudden rain she talks of Martin Buber. Such a Hidden Light from traffic signals and car beams. And in my body her words suspended like electric wires, under which the memory of her swirls3, a cropduster's acrobatics4. 点击收听单词发音
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