After My Death (Hayyim Nahman Bialik Poems)
After my death mourn me this way: "There was a man—and see: he is no more; before his time this man died and ...
After my death mourn me this way: "There was a man—and see: he is no more; before his time this man died and ...
When high noon on a summer's daymakes the sky a fiery furnaceand the heart seeks a quiet corner for dreams,then ...
Heaven, beg mercy for me! (Hayyim Nahman Bialik)
Should you wish to know the Source,From which your brothers drew…Their strength of soul…Their comfort, courage, patience, trust,And iron might ...
The sun has already disappeared beyond the treetops,Come let us go and welcome the Sabbath Queen,She is already descending among ...
One, two, three, four -find yourself a wife - choose her!Do not dally, don't be lateor someone else'll get there ...
Proceed thence to the ruins, the split walls reach,Where wider grows the hollow, and greater grows the breach;Pass over the ...
Wind blew, light drew them all.New songs revive their mornings.Only I, small bird, am forsakenunder the Shekhina's wing.Alone. I remain alone.The ...
Neither daylight nor the darknessSee how silently I wander.Not on mountain, nor in valley,Does an old acacia ponder.The acacia solves ...
Once more. Look: a spent old scarecrowshrivelled facestraw-dry shadowswaying like a leafbending and swaying over books.Once more. Look: a spent old croneweaving ...
Take me under your wing,be my mother, my sister.Take my head to your breast,my banished prayers to your nest.One merciful ...
A bough sank down on a fence, and fell asleep -so shall I sleep.The fruit has fallen; and what do ...
A twig alighted on a fence and dozed;So do I sleep.The fruit fell and what have I to do with ...
I didn't win light in a windfall,nor by deed of a father's will.I hewed my light from granite.I quarried my ...
Summer is dying in the purple and gold and russetof the falling leaves of the wood,and the sunset clouds are ...
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