Glow Me Out
In the fiery cosmos
Out of which you made
Timna
Glow me in the copper
Stamp my poem
And let me in
Your works
As I let you in
My muteness –
God
In the wasteland
Of your mines
Where Solomon’s souls
Storm like heroes,
Shape me out
And mix me up,
With their ancient quartzes
So my blood and the stone
Can fizzle
With foreign
Quartzes –
Let me stay headstrong
Stubborn
And copper me out
In you
Timna
Glow me out
Go
ABOUT THE CONTRIBUTOR
Rikudah Potash
was born in Ojcov, Poland, in 1906. She began writing in Polish but later switched to Yiddish. In 1934 she emigrated to Palestine, where she befriended German-language poet Else Lasker-Schueler and published several books of poetry. She worked as a librarian at the Bezalel Museum in Jerusalem until her death in 1965.Michael Casper is a doctoral student in History at the University of California, Los Angeles.
