The Song Remains – דאָס ליד איז געבליבן

Tag: slaughter

  • With the Night

    With the night my silky dreams dissolved. / With the night my quiet singing stopped. / With the day, my poem arrived swimming / on the storm with a fierce echoing sound.

  • 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!