Presented here for the first time.
 

My Old Fidelities 
 

My old fidelities, 

Oh, my old fidelities have abandoned me 

Lately, as though they already observe 

My impending fade, my nearing oblivion 

Which comes sneaking toward me. 

My old fidelities, 

I revere them: a far off Mount Hermon, 

The ash of oak trees, the smoke of bonfires, 

Sweet Tea, a drink with old friends, 

Forgotten notebooks whose leaves 

Are badly torn, your arm that was 

Stretched to me at the grove with the thin 

Hair that wonders and waves 

Within the wind, the silent movie of my 

Old sights who always escape from me, 

And that heartrending pursuit, to chase 

All what was . . . and will never be again. 
 

translated from the Hebrew by the author and Ward Kelley 
 

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Is there are readers in my pages at your website? some times I just wondering, who need poetry in our so materialist times... elisha.