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That’s what the mind is… that little crushed chick
he’s leery of the open.. and sick at the sea’s width;
a forest firefly at night and beer-house tooth pick
at night in the field at the horse driver’s blink
his horse and cart slow slow in the dirt and he’s yawning…
that’s what the mind is, the tiny one used
for the tradesman’s daily round,
and with a crooked laugh at the sight of splendour it laughs.
It walks our streets next to the stooping roofs
and licks the moss of the days… and drinks at drains
and sees every poodle as a kind of tiger or a wolf.
But the mind is.. the great one, winging in heaven’s glows
the tyrant above, governing the heights
by day a people on his land and sea and his King on the throne
and his eyes see the mountain ranges of Moab –
he is not there. He sits in his nest as if forgotten
but he is alive and well! I sing to my people: remember the eagle
wisdom, sitting in his nest as if forgotten… remember: the eagle!
Summon him – and he will come show you the bridge
to cross from here, this swamp of dreams… to the middle way.
Such beggars to look at, plucked of all miracles, crooked of form
nor inside our body, which is deeper
than its physical lineaments: in it are kept hidden
as in an armoured citadel, all kinds of lights and miracles
until the great and wide gate of the heart be broken through by the master breaker
and the ram horn’s blow echo and re-echo…
For that day I sing and clear my throat
in every poem the din of shame
in the hearts of this generation; and every letter rends a rent.
And I collar each counterfeiter and tear a strip off him
this to teach us to face the river as if the Red Sea-
Such beggars to look at and such lords within!
And this tear between? – Aye, that day I sing
on which the wonder line of the race
will be re-joined that Roman Titus cut in twain.
PhD - Liverpool Hope University
Years of experience: 26. Registered at ProZ.com: Jun 2013.
Atar Hadari was born in Israel, raised in England and studied poetry and playwrighting with Derek Walcott at Boston University. He is a Pen Translates Award winning and highly experienced translator of fiction, non-fiction, poetry and plays. “Songs from Bialik: Selected Poems of H. N. Bialik” (Syracuse University Press) was a finalist for the American Literary Translators’ Association Award and his “Lives of the Dead: Poems of Hanoch Levin” won a Pen Translates award in 2016 and appeared from Arc in June and was reviewed here: https://www.tabletmag.com/jewish-arts-and-culture/268141/hanoch-levin-poetry
Awarded the first British Centre for Literary Translation’s Mentorship in Hebrew, he spent 2015 translating the classic Hebrew novel by Haim Hazaz, “The Gallows” with Nicholas de Lange, an extract of which appeared in Kenyon Review last December. He contributes a Hebrew bible translation column to MOSAIC magazine and is currently in the 3rd year of a PhD on the translation of Deuteronomy by William Tyndale at Liverpool Hope University. His adaptations of Yiddish plays have won a Mentor Playwrigfhts Project award at the Mark Taper Forum and his adaptation of "God of Vengance", "Merciful Father" won a European Foundation of Jewish Culture award and was produced in New York by UpTheatre, Manhattan.
His experience includes financial translation for The Marker/Haaretz Business page, historical translations for Benzion Netanyahu and literary speech translation for David Grossman, as well as lyric translations from the longest running Hebrew musical, 'Solomon and the Cobbler'.
Keywords: Pen Translates Award Winning, Poetry, Fiction, History, Journalism, Plays, Screenplays, Novels, Feature Articles, Real Estate, Financial Reports, Art Catalogs, Memoirs, Song Lyrics. Published collections of Bialik and Hanoch Levin.