The Song Remains – דאָס ליד איז געבליבן

Tag: mothers

  • 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.

  • The Little Town

    A little town full of life’s travail / escorts the procession to the grave; / and a world is roused by a mother’s lamentation: — My Feygele, where are you being taken?

  • Good People

    The world passes through their eyes / as summer passes through fields. / Just as the earth is taut with becoming, / in their word, progress is primed.

  • Warding Off the Evil Eye Talk (Folk Style)

    Two gals sitting on a mossy stone / gab about God, grass, and the marvel of horseradish root / which in winter hides with the worm deep in the ground / until it detects the thunder’s sound.