Jenny Asse Chayo — Early Poems
Jenny Asse Chayo – Poems
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Asse Chayo, Jenny. Reading the Infinite: Jewish Poetry from Mexico. Translated by Stephen A. Sadow and J. Kates. Westborough, Massachusetts: Pendulum Press, 2020. 150 pp.
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The book can only be written around the book.
Everything was created from time out of memory,
We have inherited the responsibility to give names.
“I prefer to keep quiet.”
“If you keep quiet, things stay in their savage state,
there will be nothing to hold them in.
The Adamic word contained the essence of things>’
“Adam, by naming, found imperfection.
The imperfection of sharing the named,
scarcity if the other,
the gap is always love.
“God is Hospitable.”
He weaves an invisible thread into our names.
He narrates the story having lost his voice.
He hides behind His Book, throbbing.
To read is to be broken into pieces.
To interpret the meaning of the Infinite.
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El libro sólo puede escribirse alrededor del Libro.
Todo ha sido creado desde un tiempo inmemorial,
hemos heredado la responsabilidad de dar el nombre. –
-Prefiero callar.
–Si callas, las cosas permanecerán en su estado salvaje,
no habrá nada que las contenga.
La palabra adánica contenía la esencia de las cosas.
–Adán, al nombrar, encontró la falta.
La falta para compartir lo nombrado,
carencia del otro,
el hueco siempre es el amor.
–Dios es solidario.
Se teje en nuestros nombres como hilo invisible.
Narra la historia desde su afonía.
Se esconde detrás de Su Libro, palpita
Leer a Dios es fragmentarse.
Interpretar el sentido del Infinito.
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The book can only be written around the book.
Everything was created from time out of memory,
We have inherited the responsibility to give names.
“I prefer to keep quiet.”
“If you keep quiet, things stay in their savage state,
there will be nothing to hold them in.
The Adamic word contained the essence of things>’
“Adam, by naming, found imperfection.
The imperfection of sharing the named,
scarcity if the other,
the gap is always love.
“God is Hospitable.”
He weaves an invisible thread into our names.
He narrates the story having lost his voice.
He hides behind His Book, throbbing.
To read is to be broken into pieces.
To interpret the meaning of the Infinite.
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