The first rain reminds
Of the rising summer dust.
The rain doesn't remember the rain of yesteryear.
A year is a trained beast with no memories.
Soon you will again wear your harnesses,
Beautiful and embroidered, to
Sheer stockings:
Mare and harnesser in one body.
The white panic of soft
In the panic of a sudden
Of ancient saints.
Translated from the Hebrew by Barbara and Benjamin Harshav
