The Song Remains – דאָס ליד איז געבליבן

Tag: rivers

  • 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.

  • 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

  • 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.

  • 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!

  • Hey Little Lambs

    Hey little lambs come here faster / I’ll welcome you with a little song / A shepherd began singing / and a maiden joined him along