The river barreled topsidedown
Through desert and through dale, The dragonfly, a shining crown, Flashed swift as crisp dovetail; Its thoughts, they clamored in the wind, Not steady now, a tad chagrined. Stammering as kings who rule But leave no trace to emulate They twinkled far as Istanbul But in a swift, inconstant state, Ten thousand flashing, dashing darts That come and go like beats of hearts. The reeds beside them bent; but they Mechanically shot aft and port; With day in night and night in day Without a thought they did disport, The dawn the dusk the heat the cold All time was young, no moment old. The waters flow; the fishes flit And fishers set their nets of rope And lacking wisdom, lacking wit, Without despair and lacking hope The dragonfly divinely flies And death’s dominion he defies
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Yaacov David Shulman
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