Sleeper with your heart stirred, burning, storm-churned, Shake off sleep, come out now & walk in the light of my eyes. Onward, rise, & ride! For you a star shines. Who lay down in a pit climbs to the peak of Sinai. They shouldn't crow "Zion is to blame" when it's always in my sight. I'm revealed & concealed, I erupt but hear your prayers, Who more than I has mercy on my child?
My daughter are you lost coming home? As your coffin lowers into the grave I have nothing left of you but a thought & my heart goes to the earth you're under When I turn to find you & you're gone Because death has come between us
Daughter removed from her mother's room How can I live when her limbs came from me? Picturing her I could split apart stones & how did the moon's glow so fade away? I see her there in the grave at her wedding-- How could she make a clump of earth her canopy, & how will the clods underground turn sweet for her? I'm more bitter than bitter, you're not there, daughter Because death has come between us
Flower picked far too early, Her image before my eyes as if bound there-- How can these tears rush like a river, A child of stars slip into the ground's arms & how is sunlight shrouded by a worm While she wears coils of the grave like a bridal veil? Oh my daughter, no plea can undo this ruling Because death has come between us
"I hear a mother's anguished cries like birth pangs-- Let her be, her mind has turned bitter Since death has risen in her window. Her luck went away with this penalty Which changed her joy to wailing & tore a vine from the ground of her heart." Why, daughter, should I cry: your ears stopped up & not a word in your mouth to answer me Because death has come between us
My daughter how you've bowed me in sorrow! "Oh if only, mother, you didn't give birth to me-- But now how entirely you've turned me away, Since you raised me for the angel of death. When my time came to marry you sent me Adorned with a garland of earth & sat me under a tomb for a canopy-- Helpless, I know, you never wished this-- Because death has come between us
May the One whose judgments can't be undone In his gentleness release your bonds & no longer send punishment upon us. In mercy may he leave off his plagues & from his great heights comfort our hearts. At the end of days may He wake you with bright dew & take your right hand in his righteous one Because death has come between us
Dan Alter’s poems, translations and reviews have been published in journals including Field, Fourteen Hills, Pank, and Zyzzyva; his first collection “My Little Book of Exiles” won the Poetry Prize for the 2022 Anne and Robert Cowan Writer’s Awards. He is a former fellow of the Arad Arts Project, and a member of the Community of Writers at Olympic Valley. He lives with his wife and daughter in Berkeley and makes his living as an IBEW electrician. He can be found online at https://danalter.net/. (Twitter: @arlozorof / IG: dialter54)