The Song Remains – דאָס ליד איז געבליבן

Tag: cherry tree

  • The Little Town

    A little town full of life’s travail / escorts the procession to the grave; / and a world is roused by a mother’s lamentation: — My Feygele, where are you being taken?

  • Winter Morning

    So good on a wintry blue dawn / to sweetly stretch out / one’s tired limbs / and feel the tender embrace / of the bed.

  • I’m Not Moving From Here

    Who else like me – for generations kindred with the field, with grass and stalk, / joined to my border, with air and earth – / can say: let the axe be like a sword – a ritual slaughterer’s knife sharp in the enemy’s cold hand. I’m not going to be moved!

  • The Cherry

    Tell me Bobe dearest wise / Tell me Beauty Dear / How this little rose red cherry / came onto my cheek right here