The Song Remains – דאָס ליד איז געבליבן

Tag: dawn

  • Warsaw

    The yoke is upon you, city, / forged to your stony shoulders, / for you’re hitched to hundreds of cities / and a violent con, a flogger, holds the reins.

  • 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.

  • From the Cycle: Who Knows From Whence My Poem

    The linden shelters the twilight / like a leaf among its branches, / its flower enfolding the night in a bud / till dawn

  • It’s This Night

    It’s this night and this book and this poem I read / while being birthed, this night had heard my first scream

  • 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.

  • In My Shabby Home

    In my shabby home my kingdom blooms. / Daily at the window dawn arrives / with a tiding that the sky is now clad in blue.

  • The Joy of Singing

    It is not now important what anyone says / the grass is beautiful and sweet is the joy / of singing.