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An Unsatisfactory Answer to The Question

What do you think of the ****** of the Prime Minister?

Yes, what do you think of the ******

of the Prime Minister?

And what do you feel?

Are you in shock

or depressed?

A question was asked.

And do you stutter

or are you unsure of what will happen,

or do you speak with such bewilderment

because of the future or the present—

A question was asked.

And perhaps you feel stupid

or without a point of view?

Answer.

And I reply:

All that you say is right

and you are a dear person.

And I want to add one more thing:

The Prime minister died a happy man.

Peace to the dust of the Prime Minister

Husband and father and something more:

the son of Red Rosa.

 

 

 

Translated from the original Hebrew by Karen Alkalay-Gut.

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Dahlia Ravikovitch
1936-2005 / Israeli
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