This poem is taken from Stand 211, 14(3) September - November 2016.

Eugene Dubnov Poem
Translated with the author by Anne Stevenson

Beyond the Boundaries

Here space and time in the dust
of wayside weeds move backwards,
scorching us from birth,
blowing cold, changing our names.
The phoenix with her wing will set
the cradle moving and we will
from scratch discern a common purpose
beyond the boundaries of light and shadow.

Here are the nouns. Let’s set them up
in time: space, shadow and light,
caesura, ashes and dust. Let’s lay as underpinning
all that is seen and heard - traces
of breath on the window glass. As axioms
let’s take snow on the lips, curves of the creating
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