The Hebrew of your poets, Zion,
is like oil upon a burn,
cool as oil;
the smell in the street at night
of the hedge in flower.
I have married and married the speech of strangers;
none are like you, Shulamite.
Return to Jerusalem the Golden
POEMS 1918-1975: THE COMPLETE POEMS OF CHARLES REZNIKOFF Copyright © 1977
by Marie Syrkin Reznikoff and reprinted with the permission of Black Sparrow Press.