BAYARKON BAPINAH
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ON THE CORNER OF THE YARKON (STREET)
In the streets of Tel Aviv, near the sea
She was born
She grubed the dust-bins like a cat,
Alone
And that is this way that life passes besides her
Almost without noticing her.
During long winters, she sat down on the beach,
She wrapped her body in pieces of dreams
Until she gets hurt
And her tired body didn't stop praying for springtime
To come at last.
In a corner of Yarkon street
The street lamps still talk to us
Of this same quarter
Of this girl...
The drunkards and the old men caged her hands
Close to their bodies
And tear her white skin
Until she bled
On dark nights, she was like a lantern,
Alone, orphan
In a corner of Yarkon street...
In the streets of Tel Aviv, stars still fall
Without a noise
And the night caresses with its hands
The deserted town
She stayed in a corner, holding a cat
On her breast
In a corner of Yarkon street...
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