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MEMORY OF MY YOUTH for Sima and Ephy Eyal
Poetry is a sudden process of verbal compression. I remember well one such illumination: her father was a famous artist who used to load his brush with one bullet many -- to explode on the canvas with first touch. He drew the beautiful head of his daughter and shook his head with pity at my sweaty pages: I feel for the two of you, she dosen`t know yet that a poet is a continuous process of the pain of existence. © Elisha Porat
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