The Song Remains – דאָס ליד איז געבליבן

Tag: children

  • I Would Be a Father By Now

    By now, I would be a father, / bouncing a child on my sturdy knee, my nose nuzzled against its downy body, as to a full-blown, fragrant rose.

  • A Letter from the Shtetl

    Softly the clock sounds its mournful tick-tock, / in the so still home with its ashen walls … / The sadness is painful, the silence is laden, / the hours drag slowly from one to the next…

  • Spring 1942

    And lo and behold Spring has indeed arrived – / Hey, sky – be joyful. Be joyful – / you’re fresh, newborn, and lie in a blue golden cradle / rocked by the gentle wind.

  • Landscapes

    On the downy snow-bed / nights lie and serenely sleep, / in stalls, cows doze …

  • At the Tips of Trees

    At the tips of trees, days die, / at the tips of trees, magnificent dawns arise – / I am also a tree – and it will be the same for me.

  • Springtime

    The water in the well has become much clearer, / the aged linden tree appears to be younger. / I am restless, as solace keeps eluding me, / not certain if I should be crying or singing.

  • 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

  • About Hershele (Hersh Danilewicz)

    Hersh Danilewicz / Danilevitsh (1882-1941) was born in the countryside of Lipno (Lipne), and then moved to Warsaw. Hershele, as he was known by the people of Warsaw, was encouraged to write as a youth by Y. L. Peretz.

  • Novoyelnie (Nowojelnia / Наваельня)

    June walks around the forest with the sun / as if he held a red fruit in his mouth / and hangs onto every tree with love / and tenderly caresses every plant

  • Don’t Cry Child

    Don’t cry child / autumn will not live long in our land / he is like a poor man who is blind / the wind leads him by his hand