Admiel Kosman
NAMES UNTO THEM
Through the scratched plastic window of the central
bus station I saw a young couple. Early
and next to him stood his wife
Eve by the wall.
Through the scratched plastic window in the first
rain dripping humbly down the window
I saw a young couple. I saw a man who was
a distant relative of mine as was
his wife delicate his beak lightly touched
her beak so I gave that
man the name of good bird, and his wife called
Birdie.
Translated by Vivian Eden
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I love Admiel Kosman`s work. Some ten years ago I sent him few of my writings. I still recall his feedback everytime I sit down to write.
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