The Song Remains – דאָס ליד איז געבליבן

Tag: evening

  • To My Mother

    Mama, I no longer love winter / or white snow as I once did, / when the days seem to rise / from the fields

  • The Signals

    New times are coming – strange new times / unlike any we have ever known, / and wonders must before your eyes unfold / that people will point to for a long time.

  • 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.

  • I’m Not Envious

    I’m not envious of anyone, / save the song of the scythe / eventide in the countryside…

  • On a Wooden Bench

    Here on the wooden bench / is where we’ll wait for the sun to set. / As we waited a thousand years past. / It will certainly arrive. / It has never fooled us yet.

  • 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

  • Autumn

    Above the Jewish street, a grey cloud hovers, / spread like a dead horse across the sky.

  • A December Eve

    Like flowing metal, the December sky. / Now and then a last skinny leaf falls / from the naked poplars / juxtaposed …

  • Evening by the River

    Evening arrives at / the river’s shore in rose slippers / tells the white geese to go to sleep / and corrals a herd of stars / to bathe in the river.

  • Landscapes

    On an evening twilight corner / flames arise with thousand eyes / and the sky blue and blueness / the wandering Romani wildness / the moon