Tag: birds
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With the Night
With the night my silky dreams dissolved. / With the night my quiet singing stopped. / With the day, my poem arrived swimming / on the storm with a fierce echoing sound.
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The Miser’s Place
Between roads wildly overgrown, / contained by walls hunched from shame, / with hands tight-fisted as of stone / lives the miser of this place.
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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