The Song Remains – דאָס ליד איז געבליבן

Tag: synagogue

  • 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

  • A Little Orphan Sings

    Night senses this in sleep: / the streets cease to lament / their desolation; / a lad sings.

  • Autumn

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

  • My Synagogue

    My “shul” is my poor home / the yard, the streets of the city; / the streets surrounding were like stone tablets / like stone tablets marked with blood