Book of Isaac, The. Aidan Semmens
our spouses charm, befouled, she religiously observed,
chose to cover her hair, brought new men in subjection
strong made weak & our great seal of Sion
set in the hands of those which hate;
honoured house when Gaon conducted prayer
is demolished, relieved to the level with our despair
expound, expound, the vinestocks lie untended
our scarlet flower is cast on the stone-white stone
in the mirror of memory have been said that I radically
rendered bone of our bone, instructed between we then
prayed a sickly prayer to the violent dead woman
witness the courageous slashing themselves with blades
time is the evil, evil, a day & a day
that after famine called back all the people
to evil & further evil, a curse cursed on our children
the huntress in broken plaster keeps vigil no longer
on the haze-misted breasts of Helen in the ghetto
descending of Aaron in which the other war
a man is dead, another one decomposed, a dull end
& the life ignites, moon shining on naked hills
as for us & of art & art, you have expressed, beauty
to arouse under which the least suspicions will expect
of a darkened sun, an illustration of the bright jets
was covered, bent, up to now far away from the dark
that does commit to us, complete, in our fathers;
as for mathematics, on the other hand & of the eye
grave of the human seen from the earth – the wall
& which the tree becomes, the stove & where the paint tree
the punishment thing takes off & ecstatic falls,
inoperative child & torn, rejected, all its unwept
& rips in the ritual conjunct where carries all sins
which the pillar of Abraham reaches great climax
was calculated installation installed
authentic opinion is impossible to restore
I conducted you through & sea, at the beginning
gave to you soft passage, Moshe for the leader of
& Aaron for the priest; I gave to you light
in the fire, great interests they have made I among you,
but for forgot me & is triumphed not in my name
for destroying your enemies; I had a pity on your mournings,
gave to you a bread of angels, cleft the rock for your water,
covered you with leaves; I shared among you the fruitful earth,
he threw outside those that squandered there,
evicted from their homes & families
legal conflict for property rights debating
but you blaspheme my name, would not obey
the poet who composed the Torah as a soldier might,
believing in concrete truths, absolute & absolve
as if by you requested I shall not hear
at any time your hand which has the blood to commit
your foot slaughter was quick & made unclean, you are not,
were it like, the writing as each one your oneself go back on;
now when you provide I will rotate my face to go
your solemn feast meal crescent moon, your circumcisions
I revoke; I dispatched to your mine prophet, you kill, bodily
their organism tears from your hand which demands their blood;
your house is desolate, chilly wind the stump will expel
one as you, your children the fruit is not opened
was the thing plentifully, badly despised the commanded work;
your houses are communicated to a people yet to come
in order to witness will decrease believing
certified who small they with faith are glad for gladness
intention of the blower is critical to hearer
if mitzvah is legitimate, if perhaps he stands still
& the intentionally burned through horn hears for the command
held, to be fulfilled the person, who should the shofar
on Rosh Hashanah in Torah is likewise learned
fear of the God of the ram of a cloud leaks out
to the ancient, those on the verge, too smitten
with reverence in order perhaps it is thought to tremble
the horn announces the seventh month, Tishri the first day
you will oversleep from your moral sleep
it finished there to be Sanhedrin
& your conduct searches which become best
you can, shall investigate fearfully,
shofar should not sound in Shabbat
in shul & bes-medresh we occupy these text
this connection we, fully on the longing,
to our fathers (yea, & ye mothers also),
the cross-over canyon from the dream, cannot rise
in the bilateral frightened dreamer’s life
to our fathers’ fathers’ desire: it is not we so are interested
in physics & mathematics, rather this Einstein
is the sign we crave of present life to look
that uses grave & upwardly from earth’s naked eye
to use the star report the heaven blood so far,
a sun’s strange glimpsing which eclipses,
a strange flash of shaded helium, picture of bent light beams,
removed up to now from the dreary oppressive
of life, dreams float in air, shtetl visions of Chagall
the woodcarving tradition which delivers
at the duration of centuries reached
at a formidable climax in the throne of Solomon
carved in many components by Aaron Chait from Kelmé,
that life, which is transferred in regard to love,
a very sculptural incorporation of architectural elements,
animals & representation in more than 200 dolls
had mounted in the one cut & scholar, to gather on behalf