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Without a Eulogy
translated from the Hebrew by Alan Sacks

What he wanted was
to hide among the simple
or among the small
 whose greatness 
he had always craved.
To be at rest with friends
cloaked in the pride of the meek
without words,
and without even a eulogy.
And after that, only this:
To lie below tender shoots
sheltered in the shade of thorns
and to hear nothing
but Blackbirds Singing.