Rebecca’s maid: a girl come from afar,
an angel, lovely, in a shift of roses
and on her face she seemed to wear a star.
Her eyes modestly lowered to her feet,
her soft hands sorted golden lentils,
baked bread and pottage with the meat.
The brothers thrived near her. They could
not quarrel over the sweets
that her sweet lap offered as food.
So Esau leaves the land for good,
leaves home and birthright for this meal.
The cloak he wears around his shoulders is the woods.
(Else Lasker-Schuler)
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