Tag: birds
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The Birch Tree
The birch tree in the corner of my yard / trembles with every leaf ashamed / every branch longs for sun and dew / in the shade of big locked doors
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Good
Love have I for all that lives in song / Birds, women in blue hats / A tree, a street, a wall / All that is familiar and what’s not
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Arrest
Feigele, startled awake, bursts into tears seeing men yelling at Chaim, hearing how her mother weeps.
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In the Middle of the Way
From my hair rain is running / my cheeks are wet / come to muddy thresholds as a guest / am silent, about where and to whom