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Yakov Azriel
was born in New York and came to live in Israel after finishing his BA in English literature in Brooklyn College (summa cum laude) at the age of 21. When he came to Israel, he studied at Mercaz HaRav Kook for two years, and later on, completed an MA in Judaica, and in May 2004 he received his doctorate (on the stories of Rabbi Nachman of Braslav). He is presently a lecturer at Herzog College. He has published four full-length books of poetry: Threads From A Coat Of Many Colors: Poems on Genesis (2005); In The Shadow Of A Burning Bush: Poems on Exodus (2008); Beads For The Messiah's Bride: Poems on Leviticus (2009); and Swimming In Moses' Well: Poems on Numbers (2011), all published by Time Being Books, a literary press that specializes in poetry. Over 250 of his poems have been published in journals and magazines in the United States, the United Kingdom and Israel, and his poems have won eighteen different awards in international poetry competitions. In addition, Yakov has twice been awarded fellowships from the Memorial Foundation for Jewish Culture for his poetry. Dr. Azriel can be contacted at: yakovaz@hotmail.com
A Poem for For Parshat Shoftim
יעקב עזריאל
תשרי תעש"ז
For Parshat Shoftim


SAILING THE MEDITERRANEAN
“If there be found among you, in one of the settlements which the Lord your God id giving you, a man or a woman who has affronted the Lord your God and transgressed His covenant — turning to the worship of other gods and bowing down to them …. .” Deuteronomy 17:2-3



At night Athena rises from the sea
To infiltrate my dreams; she dances, sings
And promises the treasures of the kings
Of Greece. “If only you would lie with me
And pledge your love,” she serenades, “you'd be
As wise as Odysseus, whose wisdom brings
Fidelity as well, since he who clings
To us believes I am Penelope.”

Did Potiphar’s wife intone this Sirens’ song
To Joseph, too, when she would try to lure
Him from his father’s God to be her toy?
If only Joseph’s God would make me strong
Enough to turn my back on her before
I chant of Ithaca, my chiefest joy