Take a Breath, You’re Getting Excited
Hebrew poems
by Yakir Ben Moshe, translated from the Hebrew by Dan Alter
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About this book
In the passed-out light of night
when body
melts into flesh
letters break out of us
& gaps are fired into the poem.
Take a Breath, You’re Getting Excited catapults us into the frenetic spiral of Yakir Ben-Moshe’s dating life. Against the backdrop of war and trauma that permeates Israeli society, the round dance of lovers takes on a timeless quality. The passionate vows and furious arguments between Ben-Moshe and his girlfriends, their breakups and lovemaking in sweltering and noisy Tel Aviv, are respite from and mirror of the breathlessness of day-to-day life in a country whose citizens constantly expect the unexpected. Their longing for simplicity and clamoring for attention, their wit and cynicism all become tangible in Dan Alter’s brilliant, playful, and vibrant translation.
Yakir Ben-Moshe’s poetry has an unstoppable energy that only few contemporary poets, anywhere, possess. How can I claim this, without knowing his native Hebrew? This is one of those special cases when poetry is, in fact, found in translation. What gets through to us, in these beautiful renderings by Dan Alter, is terrific use of tone, which is delivered in English that manages to be both clear and textured, memorably direct and yet intriguing. Open this book on any page. What will you see? The lover calls. Then visits with a box of tissues. Meanwhile, outside the horizon is spread open like a photo album hung upside down. One eyelash drops from the sky. What do you learn? You learn that in this absurd place some call time we live together with this strange gift some call wonder. And I, for one, am grateful to Dan Alter for reminding us of that, via his marvelous translations of Ben-Moshe that indeed read like first-rate poetry in English.
—Ilya Kaminsky, author of Deaf Republic and Dancing in Odessa
“Finally I broke up with Elinor because of Hamas,” exclaims Yakir Ben-Moshe, in a Tel Aviv where the specter of death hums constantly in the background, along with Bach, Brahms, and Beethoven, and also a bevy of cats. Where a string of girlfriend muses delivers earthy, sometimes hilarious, often on-point critiques about Yakir’s poetry, life, or qualities as a human being or boyfriend. I love how Dan Alter’s faithful translations render speech with its heart still beating and its hands still sweaty. I can almost feel Ben-Moshe’s breath against my cheek.
—Marcela Sulak, author of The Fault and National Jewish Book Awards finalist, City of Sky Papers
Yakir Ben-Moshe is a rare contemporary voice in Hebrew poetry. Take a Breath, You’re Getting Excited achieves the seemingly impossible, dancing lightly across the politically, historically, and socially burdensome terrain of Israeli daily life. Ben Moshe’s poems remind us of the absurdity of violence and the deep-rooted force of life that struggles to find expression. Ben Moshe’s Hebrew is playful, witty, and incisive, and Dan Alter’s beautiful translation brings this tightrope walk of levity and weight to vibrant life in English.
—Yael Segalovitz, author of How Close Reading Made Us
About the Author and the Translator
About the Author
Yakir Ben-Moshe, an Israeli poet of Iraqi descent, won the Prime Minister’s Prize for Literature in 2012. He has published five books of poetry and one of children’s literature. His poems have been translated into English, Russian, Greek, Chinese and Turkish. He lives with his wife and children in Tel Aviv, where he is the Director of the Bialik House, as well as a teacher of creative writing.
About the Translator
Dan Alter’s poems, translations and reviews have been published widely; his first collection “My Little Book of Exiles” won the Poetry Prize for the 2022 Cowan Writer’s Awards. “Hills Full of Holes,” his second collection, will be published by Fernwood Press in 2025. He lives with his wife and daughter in Berkeley where he works at the Magnes Collection of Jewish Art and Life.
Advance Praise
“Yakir Ben-Moshe poetry has an unstoppable energy that only few contemporary poets, anywhere, possess. But how is it made, and how can I claim this, without knowing his native Hebrew? Perhaps because this is one of those special cases when poetry is, in fact, found in translation. What gets through to us, in these beautiful renderings by Dan Alter, is terrific use of tone, which is delivered in English that manages to be both clear and textured, memorably direct and yet intriguing. The playfulness of Ben-Moshe comes to us both via subject matter and its delivery, yes, and at the same time we see that the work is both serious, even metaphysical while still filled to the brim with specifics of this life’s comedy. And so, open this book on any page. Go ahead. What will you see? The lover calls. Then visits with a box of tissues. Meanwhile, outside the horizon is spread open like a photo album hung upside down. One eyelash drops from the sky. And so the poem ends. What do you learn? You learn that in this absurd place some call time we live together with this strange gift some call wonder. And, I, for one, am grateful to Dan Alter for reminding us of that via his marvelous translations of Ben-Moshe that indeed read like first-rate poetry in English.”
—Ilya Kaminsky, author of Deaf Republic and Dancing in Odessa
“‘Finally I broke up with Elinor because of Hamas,’ exclaims Yakir Ben-Moshe, in a Tel Aviv where the specter of death hums constantly in the background, along with Bach, Brahms and Beethoven, and also a bevy of cats. Where a string of girlfriend muses delivers earthy, sometimes hilarious, often on-point critiques about Yakir’s poetry, life, or qualities as a human being or boyfriend. I love how Dan Alter’s faithful (and sometimes literal) translations render speech with its heart still beating and its hands still sweaty. I can almost feel Ben-Moshe’s breath against my cheek.”
—Marcela Sulak, author of The Fault and National Jewish Book Awards finalist, City of Sky Papers
“Yakir Ben Moshe is a rare contemporary voice in Hebrew poetry. Take a Breath, You’re Getting Excited achieves the seemingly impossible, dancing lightly across the politically, historically, and socially burdensome terrain of Israeli daily life. Ben Moshe’s poems expose the humor and vivaciousness of human interactions in this explosive geo-cultural space without losing sight of the gravity beneath their feet. They remind us of the absurdity of violence and the deep-rooted force of life that struggles to find expression. Ben Moshe’s Hebrew is playful, witty, and incisive, and Dan Alter’s beautiful translation brings this tightrope walk of levity and weight to vibrant life in English.”
—Dr. Yael Segalovitz, Department of Foreign Literatures and Linguistics, Ben Gurion University of the Negev, Israel; Author, How Close Reading Made Us: The Transnational Legacies of New Criticism
“Simple Life”
Simple Life
Now, after getting back from a visit to Merav’s grandma
I begin to understand mouth and flesh.
We ate soft-boiled eggs, dipped in cottage cheese, on sliced bread
& I said to Merav, notice how simple life is
in Pardes Chanah. “Everything’s natural here,” I observed while
I mopped up the runny egg with bread.
We drank tea with little leaves, then with big leaves
I yawned once, twice—until we decided to go back to Tel Aviv.
We argued the whole way.
I explained that the body converses with us only when it’s hungry
but she corrected me delicately:
“It’s not that you don’t know how to listen, the language between you two is faulty.”
Since then I’m trying hard to speak more clearly.
I say “forward,” and the body closes a window.
I say “apple,” and the body sits down on the bed.
I say “table,” and the body pulls the sheets up.
Mistaken again. Nothing is going on track.
חיים פשוטים
עַכְשָׁו, לְאַחַר שֶׁחָזַרְתִּי מִבִּקּוּר אֵצֶל סָבְתָא שֶׁל מֵרַב
אֲנִי מַתְחִיל לְהָבִין אֶת הַפֶּה וְהַבָּשָׂר.
אָכַלְנוּ בֵּיצָה מְבֻשֶּׁלֶת, טְבוּלָה בְּקוֹטֶג’ עַל פְּרוּסַת לֶחֶם
וְאָמַרְתִּי לְמֵרַב שֶׁתָּשִׂים לֵב כַּמָּה הַחַיִּים פְּשׁוּטִים
בְּפַרְדֵּס חַנָּה. “הַכֹּל טִבְעִי כָּאן”, הֵעַרְתִּי בְּעוֹדִי
גּוֹרֵף אֶת לַחְלוּחִית הַבֵּיצָה לְתוֹךְ הַפְּרוּסָה.
וְשָׁתִינוּ תֵּה עִם עָלִים קְטַנִּים, אַחַר-כָּךְ עִם עָלִים גְּדוֹלִים
גִּהַקְתִּי פַּעַם, פַּעֲמַיִם – עַד שֶׁהֶחְלַטְנוּ לָשׁוּב לְתֵל אָבִיב.
כָּל הַדֶּרֶךְ הִתְוַכַּחְנוּ.
הִסְבַּרְתִּי שֶׁהַגּוּף מְשׂוֹחֵחַ אִתָּנוּ רַק כְּשֶׁהוּא רָעֵב
אֲבָל הִיא תִּקְּנָה אוֹתִי בַּעֲדִינוּת:
“זֶה לֹא שֶׁאֵינְךָ יוֹדֵעַ לְהַקְשִׁיב, הַשָּׂפָה בֵּינֵיכֶם שְׁגוּיָה.”
מֵאָז אֲנִי מִשְׁתַּדֵּל לְדַבֵּר יוֹתֵר בָּרוּר.
אֲנִי אוֹמֵר “קָדִימָה”, וְהַגּוּף סוֹגֵר חַלּוֹן.
אֲנִי אוֹמֵר “תַּפּוּחַ“, וְהַגּוּף מִתְיַשֵּׁב עַל הַמִּטָּה.
אֲנִי אוֹמֵר “שֻׁלְחָן”, וְהַגּוּף מִתְכַּסֶּה בְּמַצָּעִים.
שׁוּב טָעִיתִי. דָּבָר אֵינוֹ כַּשּׁוּרָה.
“Language always returns to its motion”
Language always returns to its motion
I too like to dream, I think hesitantly.
Language returns to its motion,
a bird rises
against a starry sky:
the body stammers only when it’s alone.
Someone selects
his mistaken image out of the silence.
But even when he’s alone
and it seems to him that he’s alone,
a naked thought pants toward him
like a lost dog
coming all the way
back to its owner.
חיים פשוטיםהשפה שבה תמיד לתנועתהגַּם אֲנִי אוֹהֵב לַחֲלֹם, אֲנִי חוֹשֵׁב בְּהִסּוּס.
הַשָּׂפָה שָׁבָה לִתְנוּעָתָהּ,
צִפּוֹר נוֹסֶקֶת
מוּל שָׁמַיִם מְכֻכָּבִים:
הַגּוּף מְגַמְגֵּם רַק כְּשֶׁהוּא לְבַד.
מִישֶׁהוּ בּוֹרֵר
אֶת דְּמוּתוֹ הַשְּׁגוּיָה מִתּוֹךְ הַשֶּׁקֶט.
אַךְ גַּם כְּשֶׁהוּא לְבַד,
וְנִדְמֶה לוֹ שֶׁהוּא לְבַד:
מִתְנַשֶּׁפֶת לִקְרָאתוֹ מַחְשָׁבָה עֵירֻמָּה
כְּמוֹ כֶּלֶב אָבוּד
הַשָּׁב
כָּל הַדֶּרֶךְ עַד אֲדוֹנָיו.
“& now, go convince biography to stop dreaming”
& now, go convince biography to stop dreaming
I broke up with Noa after I broke up with Sharon
& I dated Yamima who acquainted me with Orna
then I met up with Okiko who set me up with Sarit
& I went out with Stavit who sent me out to Orit
meanwhile
I was thrilled by Einat but had fallen for Dahlia
& I made love to Yifat who made me known to Ma’ayan
then I was drawn to Merav who drew me towards God
& I was amazed by Hili when I was a mess over Naomi
so
I hooked up with Marina who took me to Moran
& I slept with Keren who bedded me with Tamar
then I stuttered to Yahali who sputtered me to Hagar
& I went to Elinor who invented herself—
in his life a man
is only one love.
ועכשיו, לך תשכנע את הביוגרפיה להפסיק לחלוםנִפְרַדְתִּי מְנֹּעָה אַחֲרֵי שֶׁנִּפְרַדְתִּי מִשָּׁרוֹן
וְהִכַּרְתִּי אֶת יְמִימָה שֶׁהִכִּירָה לִי אֶת אָרְנָה
אָז פָּגַשְׁתִּי אֶת אַקִיקוֹ שֶׁהִפְגִּישָׁה אוֹתִי עִם שָׂרִית
וְיָצָאתִי עִם סְתָוִית שֶׁהוֹצִיאָה אוֹתִי לְאוֹרִית
בֵּינְתַיִם
הִתְרַגַּשְׁתִּי מֵעֵינַת אַךְ כְּבָר הִרְגַּשְׁתִּי לְדָּלִילָה
וְיָדַעְתִּי אֶת יִפְעַת שֶׁיִּדְּעָה אוֹתִי לְמַעְיָן
אָז נִמְשַׁכְתִּי לְמֵרַב שֶׁמָּשְׁכָה אוֹתִי לֵאלֹהִים
וְהִתְפַּעַלְתִּי מֵהִילִי כְּשֶׁהֻפַּלְתִּי עַל נָעֳמִי
כָּךְ
הִצְטָרַפְתִּי לְמָרִינָה שֶׁצֵּרְפָה אוֹתִי לְמוֹרָן
וְשָׁכַבְתִּי עִם קֶרֶן שֶׁהִשְׁכִּיבָה אוֹתִי עַל תָּמָר
אָז גִּמְגַּמְתִּי לְיַהְלִי שֶׁגִּמְגְּמָה אוֹתִי לְהָגָר
וּמָצָאתִי אֶת אֱלִינוֹר שֶׁהִמְצִיאָה אֶת עַצְמָהּ.
הָאָדָם
אֵינוֹ אֶלָּא אַהֲבָה אַחַת בְּחַיָּיו.