Shavua Tov Song

Shabbos arrives and leaves like the blink of an eye, again and again.

Time flies. I guess it was about two months ago I walked into a relic of a gem of a private little new and used bookstore. I trust the workers there and asked the woman holding down the fort if she could recommend some poetry. She came through. The following is from one of the works she sold me that day:

Song

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beauty is a shell

from the sea

where she rules triumphant

till love has had its way with her

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scallops and

lions paws

sculptured to the

tune of retreating waves

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undying accents

repeated till

the ear and the eye lie

down together in the same bed

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I finally looked at this book, William Carlos Williams: Selected Poems over Shabbos and was not disappointed. Hope your Shabbos was good. Mine was good, thank G-d. Hope to write more about it in time, but for now will push publish.