The Song Remains – דאָס ליד איז געבליבן

Tag: corn

  • My Simple Sisters

    My simple sisters, / my shepherdesses and seamstresses / with their blond braids / call to me from the sidewalks of Łodz / to make benches and straw roofs.

  • 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!