Author: Michal Govrin

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  • IN: Hold On to the Sun (2010) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Won't you see that I am carried to you on a sea of death Not on the Styx -- that noble river in a marble infereno No Charon poles the raft On my cheeks still lie the curls of the brother In whose death I live His breath is the wind in my hair Won't you hear, in our throats' echoes, the silence The cry that does not relent, does not release -- Of the heads From whose number a hand was left To knead our lives Won't you see Lining up behind our face The trains that have carried us On a journey ordained from then and there Their whistle is our canopy A pillar of smoke leading us To the far ends of the wind.
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