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Lesley Yalen :: Four poems



1522. Is there a practice to hold the marriage ceremony of a widow by the oven?


I sometimes stand near a vent when circulation is urgent

Or a breeze is needed



I’d like giant waves to come along more often

And upend without any reassurances



The community. Point me in the opposite direction.

Like when a sparrow lands on the shoulder of a poor girl



With no prospects and then she’s President

That sparrow is an actor



Who embodies desire

And nullifies the question of belief



1449. What is the attitude toward a family in which there are apostates?


We all have uncircumcised
Hearts, undocumented aunts.
Our seals are a little bit
Broken, we spoil fast.

The kids fervently wave their
Birthright. Birds land where
They like. We long to renounce
A god; we flutter toward light.

We go where the miracles are
And yes we are easily taken in.
Sometimes a stranger heals,
Has an ethos. Yes

It sometimes happens
That one runs away only
To come running back
With his love in a sack

And an inward gaze, but
Other times one goes for good,
Settles in profane places. It’s fine
With me, though I don’t say so.



1590. Does it ever happen that an old man takes his own life?


The country is cruel
And he failed
The small animals

He looked for ethics
In rock gardens
He converted and later

Converted back
Had to face
The same animals

He conversed only
With people he
Used to know

They understand
How his mind recurs
How it returned

How stupid and stubborn
He is but also
How charming

Some of the people
He used to know say
“I used to know this guy

Who suffered as much
As he was blessed.”
They threw books

At him and he fell
To the ground
Apologizing




1638. Which illnesses are considered disgusting?


Those that cause an itch or an odor

Or worse – a sound:




Sounds like a battlefield.

Someone’s bleeding out.



*



It’s not the blood but the hole

That’s disgusting

It’s not the blindness but

The lost eye



I can’t stop looking at

Those missing parts saying

You’re sick, you’re sick

Those scars are

The inside of God



*



I can’t stop feeling that rotten

Foreign object

They’ve inserted

To siphon something out

Or pipe it in



*



Sudden weight loss reminds us of a blighted tree

A rash evokes the work of bugs and worms

Tremors are associated with gross uncertainty

The confusion and imbalance of children



*



When an organ is reduced to a pathetic animal

Or when it’s engorged as a happy bug

When there’s any discoloration or tenderness,

From blockage or leak, explosion or exposure

When something washes up wrong on the shore

Like a bloated or a shriveled fish

We try to throw it back in the water




Between 1912 and 1914, the Yiddish and Russian writer and ethnographer known as S. An-sky developed a massive questionnaire he hoped to disseminate among Jews living in the Russian Pale of Settlement. The document included over 2,000 questions, covering every aspect of life from pre-conception to post-mortem. No responses to the questionnaire were ever collected because World War I and then a heart attack cut An-sky’s work and life short, but the collection of unanswered questions is widely considered to be one of the most significant contributions to our understanding of Jewish life in the Russian Empire. The scholar Nathaniel Deutsch translated the entire questionnaire from Yiddish into English and discussed its significance in his 2011 book The Jewish Dark Continent. The titles of the following poems are An-sky’s questions, as translated by Deutsch.



Lesley Yalen lives in Northampton, Massachusetts, and works at the Yiddish Book Center. Her book of poems The Hearts of Vikings was published by Natural History Press in 2015.

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