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1. On April 16th, 2006 at 5:26 am nilly Says:

   pls always send me poems and poetry.

2. On April 16th, 2006 at 5:32 am nilly Says:

   pls always snd me poem and poetry messages. write me poems and poetries.

3. On October 20th, 2008 at 12:09 pm Yona levy Grosman Says:

   Dear Editor,
   My name is Yona Levy Grosman.
   I live in Israel. Today I visited at your site. I liked it very much.
   Will you publish my poems to?
   Originally I write in Hebrew. But some of poems have been translated
   into English. Those poems that were translated, I would like to send to you.
   At the beginning I send three poems.
   Pls. visit my site. There are some more poems translated into English.
   http://www.art-gallery-yona.com
   The translated poetry page is at:-
   http://www.art-gallery-yona.com/poetry-En.html
   I hope you will like them.
   Yours,
   Yona Levy Grosman

   Poem no’ 1. Was written on the 11.09

   While sitting in front of my TV screen
   Watching the evening news, I see
   you wave a cloth out of the window
   From the hundred and first floor
   Crying for help

   While strolling along the path behind my home
   Looking out at the horizon, I see
   you wave a cloth out of the window
   From the hundred and first floor
   Crying for help

   While pushing the trolley around the store
   Doing my holiday shopping, I see
   you wave a cloth out of the window
   From the hundred and first floor
   Crying for help

   While calling my friends and family
   To wish them a good New Year, I see
   you wave a cloth out of the window
   From the hundred and first floor
   Crying for help

   When I hug my children close to me
   As close and tight as possible, I see
   you wave a cloth out of the window
   From the hundred and first floor
   Crying for help

   And when I lay down and close my eyes
   To sleep, I see
   you wave a cloth out of the window
   From the hundred and first floor
   And I
   cry for help

   Poem no’ 2.

   Joy gives me open horizons
   A distant point.
   Illusions build the horizon
   The possibility of getting there.
   Loss of illusion
   Erases the horizon
   And doors open
   To know infinity
   Nothing
   And the end.

   Loss of illusion
   Erasing the horizon
   Joy
   Period!

   Poem 3.

   My time is short
   and there is so much to do
   and I’m not the one to finish this work.
   I cover myself up with soft sand
   one grain,
   then another
   sand sticks to my eyes,
   sand in my face,
   in my ears
   grains stick to my body
   arranging themselves in waves,
   waves
   I’m sinking into changing episodes
   grains of sand,
   then others,
   tiny,
   innocent
   penetrating,
   wounding
   scattering and arranging themselves
   row upon row.
   Sinking into my dream
   I’m not the one to finish this work,
   but there is so much to do
   and the time is short
   and the worms already eat at the flesh
   of the one who has to do the work.
   And the time is short.
   I sink into my dream,
   one wave,
   then another
   feel the time
   one grain,
   then another
   mounting up
   forcing me to sink into the depth
   everything is motionless there.
   And the work?
   Is not for me,
   not for me
   yet there is so much to do.
   And the time?
   Yes, time,
   The Time,
   traps me into
   infinite time.