דאָס ליד איז געבליבן
Border Guard to Border Guard Border guard, in the tenderness of night, / when fiery stars fall from the sky / and homesickness grips the heart— / take care not to fall asleep. Read more…
October We march in abandoned joy / into the newborn dawn. / Happy holiday, Moscow! / Bialystok sends its regards! Read more…
I Would Be a Father By Now By now, I would be a father, / bouncing a child on my sturdy knee, my nose nuzzled against its downy body, as to a full-blown, fragrant rose. Read more…
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 Read more…
The Signals New times are coming – strange new times / unlike any we have ever known, / and wonders must before your eyes unfold / that people will point to for a long time. Read more…
Hey, You Wide Volin Country Roads Hey, you country roads, my country roads – lengthy, wide Volin roads, / forever speaking to my heart, forever in my thoughts! Read more…
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… Read more…
About Simkhe Don Simkhe Don (1904-1942) was likely born in Pułtusk, and published many poems in the period between the two world wars. Very little is known about his life, other than his published poems. He was murdered by the Nazis in either Warsaw or Majdenek. His name in the original collection of The Song Remains – דאָס… Read more…
To the Porter My gaze races after the clock’s hands, / my ear quivers on time’s pulse, / and though this clamorous Warsaw / has swept me far away, / so very far … Read more…
In the Courtyard A summer morning. Five AM, / and so the courtyard awakens. / Things get humming, animated, / off they run to feed the chickens. Read more…