Your First Painting- the second poem in Basman Ben-Haim’s new book

Below is my translation of the second poem in Basman Ben-Haim’s new book. It is an account of the time when the couple lived on kibbutz Ha-Ma’apil and the poet brought home a bunch of flowers for her husband to immortalize.

Your First Painting

I’ve just come from the field

And I bring you a bunch of flowers.

And you, brush in hand

Smooth colors, preserve

The sunset in each flower-

I see the flowers

Bloom once again

In your hand

As though nothing at all

Ever vanished on land.

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