Dan Pagis

I died with the first blow and was buried among the rocks of the field
The raven taught my parents what to do with me

If my family is famous, not a little credit goes to me.
My brother invented murder, my parents invented grief, I invented silence.

We might imagine that the most terrible thing was Job’s ignorance; not understanding whom he had defeated, or even that he had won. But in fact, the most terrible thing of all is that Job never existed and was just a parable.

My teacher, the gorilla, is severe; does not approve that I’m a modest youngster

In the cage of the Siberian snow fox,
a distinguished prisoner,
they have installed the freedom machine.

In the blank space below, state
how long you have been awake and why you are surprised.