[New-Poetry] Ramy Ditzanny

[Anny Ballardini]

WE MAKE LOVE IN A MILITARY CEMETERY


Late on Memorial Day we met at the graveyard's wrought-iron door;
I'm one hundred percent disabled, she - a young widow-of-war
(Of the last war, very likely, twenty three/four, couldn't be more).

Had we met at roulette, exchanging a glance -
The rest of my nights I'd have staked all on a chance,
Had we met, moonlight led, at an occult séance -
I'd have spent all my days in deep joyous trance.
Had we met on the floor of a jazz ballet class -
I'd have whirled away my life in everlasting dance.

But it was in a graveyard we came face to face
Thus my heart goes forever wandering off to that place -
Dark silence. No breath. Our backs rest in peaceful green hair.
And from fertile earth rises warm misty air

..."Am I not an almost perfect Israeli lover?"
I enquire, eyes twinkling, in self-assured undertone -
"You're one-hundred-percent!" she laughs, reassuring,
"Just don't go tell it to them tombstones!"



RAMY DITZANNY

Translated by the poet

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Anny Ballardini
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I Tell You: One must still have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing star! 
Friedrich Nietzsche 
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