Poem: את לי בית – You’re Home

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This one is very dear to me, I’ve been carrying it in my head for about a year now. Lately I’ve been very focused on my family and work and that left very little time for writing. Recently I had the chance to finally sit down and put it on paper.

This poem, written first in Hebrew is called “You’re Home” and in Hebrew: “את לי בית” is dedicated to my wife, Shani.

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Poem: How to part

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Back in July of 2011 (has it been that long ago?) I published what was my latest poem in Hebrew Eich Nifradim (How to Part).

I revisited that poem recently and decided to take a crack at translating it to English and I think it actually turned out quite nicely.

This poem holds a dear place in my heart as i read it in my grandfather’s funeral in the summer of that year…

So here it is:

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Poem: איך נפרדים

This one I’ve been thinking about for a few weeks. Finally got the chance to write it yesterday while waiting for my flight back home from Palma.

For my English readers, I apologize but no translation for now… Im not sure if I can do this poem justice in translation. The title I can loosely translate to: “How do we Part“.

Hope you like it.

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Song: Private Dance (Rikud Prati)

I finally had the opportunity to upload to YouTube a clip with the song I wrote earlier this year as a wedding gift for my wife’s sister and her husband.

The song was beautifully composed by Liron Grossman a singer/songwriter.

And was performed at the wedding party as a surprise by Liron and the very talented  Yoli Kesten-Harel.

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Poem: Memories from the Green Mill

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This one i wrote in June of 2005. Strangely enough, I haven’t marked down the exact date of its writing even though I’ve started doing that long before.

I was reminded of this poem just the other day from speaking to a friend about being in Chicago and visiting its Jazz clubs.

I have to say that I have very fond memories of Chicago, it was a wonderful time and I found a really great city to experience and enjoy as well as meeting very interesting people while being there.

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