by Abba Kovner
1.
How little we need
to be happy:
a half-kilo increase in weight,
two circuits of the corridors
at Sloan-Kettering
in bedroom slippers
a morning without aspirin
silence gentle as a pit,
a distant
sand dune
behind the green bridge
a patch of lawn
and you beside me beginning
to knit a new sweater.
2.
The rhythmic movement
of the needles between your fingers
has something of the beat--ai-li
lu-lu-li--
sounds that live within a man
with all the other unrealities
not wiped out
in the massacres.
From:
Sloan-Kettering
Copyright ©:
2002, Schocken Books
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