Dov Chomsky

TO MOM

A

It's evening, golden carpets

They extend slowly in silent emotion

The olive tree in its rough cracks

Thousands of old inexplicable thoughts

The tired olive tree, without bark and inclined

Sinks it's roots in the stony earth

Becomes agitated begging mercy, mercy

And rises with each awful and wandering wind

I will see you from my cloud, my store this shaken

In the threshold, shades extend as they would be in a ball.

The horizon is reddish as flames

You came closer, even being far

How did you arrive to me? the road is so long

I remember that you always told me:

Being baby even walking "on my four"

Your knew that I would be for you a wild son.

I remember, I felt fear for a very serious father

That suddenly lights his anger

Was this my childhood, could I erase it forever?

Will we never go for a walk together?

Your name murmurs in my drowned voice,

And I admit that now very little can I tell

My father prevented me, is forbidden to pamper,

Because the end is only sadness

Anger and rage...

B

When leaving house, a rainy day of autumn

Your voice prevented me:

"Cover with a scarf and an overcoat

G-d will keep you from catching a cold and fall sick"

Your voice follows me, even behind the door

I still listen very well to it....

When returning home you received me with an anger expression

That it caresses me smiling

And when the sprinkle, the anger, the chaos, finishes

Will you reprehend me again as before?

I admit myself: there is not anything better than the melody

That sprang from your angry voice

How many are the days of terror and fright among our people

Nights of death and scaffold?

Will you come, mother? You will tell me

If suddenly you found me?

If you came, if you came, in tempests and storms

Would you return again to reproach your wild son?

Still I remember your angry and good voice

This one, your voice I will remember until the end

C

The river, the river of my small town

Invited me to wake up to the dawn

I prepared the net secretly

And hoped the fish to arrive

Toward the river, toward the river I escaped in silence

As a colorful game the hours passed;

Wave after wave, and meanwhile the evening arrived

But fish, I was not able to catch

How dark, powerful and deep the forest,

Wrapped together with it flames and fears

Perturbed and confused you looked for me, to the lost boy

The whole day absent of house

But the mischievous boy returned, he didn't lose

How much you worried then, mother, for him

Surround me until today the days I enjoyed

Next to the river in my native town.

The river, who pulled up the secret of papyrus rush?

How reddened it's waters? How silenced it's laugh!

Your image, observes me without saying anything

It walks toward me from far.