> Shulamit
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> Matthew Shoham
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> A.
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> The vineyards!  Face the evening sun,
> Distant peaks, sunlight shimmering
> slowly dies, is gone,
> South Winds come, turning here, there,
> Fruited palm trees, where figs whisper;
> Hawks dozing on flowered branches,
> To the road, pass quickly through vineyards;
> Non-return of Spring, turning back of times;
> Oaks midst weeds, then enter vineyards,
> Yearning, darkened soul, dreaming of multitudes
> Like stars in heaven.
> My breast slowly rising, quietly waiting,
> See a shining moon, sad, pregnant, a secret telling: ...