I would bear up the sun with an incantation,
(the chanting of magical words)
and stretch forth my hands to sustain it
(will Aaron and Chur come forth from the Bible?)
that you may anoint the earth with your footstep,
Sodom’s earth,
offering its parched and feverish lip
your own shadow for drink.
Oh, how familiar her bitter sorrow,
Akin to my own solitude,
Like the encircling silence
And your dream,
Gone there before you,
Like a pillar
For every cavern
Of the most secret fastness
To a death-ennobled mount.
(Rachel Korn)
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