gershon hepner Poems

Everything will change,
but that will not estrange
me from mi amor,
who’s you, of course, my love,
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Will you go bra-less
when I’m car-less,
and travel with me south,
upon my sofa
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A crowd of ordinary decent folk
determines what will happen every time
disaster supervenes. Though blood will soak
the garments of those injured by their crime,
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Law, the subject of my song,
is not either right or wrong;
it is what the judges tell
you to obey, and go to hell.
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Rusalka, a water nymph,
with a human being falls
in love. No opera or symph-
ony can reproduce her calls,
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Like throwing garlands across outer space
is writing poetry without a reader;
you build a temple, but can’t find a place
to levitate from Lebanon your cedar.
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Reality is no comparison
to fantasies I have of you,
while keillored in my garrison
I write poetic points of view
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“You cannot see exactly where you are
in your misery, ” Tiresias tells the king.
Some on foot reach crossroads, some by car,
all via complications complexes can bring.
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A lady who walked in the garden
declared to her man: “Beg your pardon!
I came to see flowers,
but your golden showers
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It seems to me Ian McEwan
though goyish, invited a Jew in,
becoming a holy day tripper
in “Atonement, ” which Jews call Yom Kippur.
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