To My Son Who Gave Me Light Blue Beads

By Celia Dropkin

Your beads cool me,
And I feel weirdly young;
I don’t know if I would ever want
To be young again.

But it seems to me, I can still please
A nineteen-year-old boy, like you,
Like this, the way I wear these beads
With a smile of light blue calm.


Translated from Yiddish by Yerra Sugarman

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