The Song Remains – דאָס ליד איז געבליבן

Tag: fathers

  • 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.

  • 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

  • Shifreleh’s Portrait

    On the wall, left of my bed / my daughter’s portrait hangs / frequently during the night I think of her / and see her lovely face / and hear her talk with me…

  • In Our Old Poor Home

    Like a sinking ship in a deep wavy sea / my little home sunk unsteady and alone / and like hungry dogs in an empty market / mice ran around crying steadily at night