Poems by Hayyim Nahman Bialik
In The City Of Slaughter (excerpt)
... Where wider grows the hollow, and greater grows the breach ...
Alone
... in the House of Study she hides in shadow, ...
After My Death
... and in a secret moan begged for him to come, ...
Summer Is Dying
... Summer is dying in the purple and gold and russet ...
Should You Wish To Know The Source
... A group of Jews from the exile who bore the yoke of its burden who forget their toil, ...
On A Summers Day
... and the roof leaks and theres moth in the heart ...
Return
... Together well rot till we stink ...
I Didnt Win Light In A Windfall
... my very own. Sorrow wields huge hammer blows, ...
A Long Bough
... The fruit has fallen, the flower is long forgotten, ...
On The Slaughter
... itself at once! But if justice show itself ...
Sabbath Queen
... Sit among us, O pure Shabbat Queen, and enlighten us with your splendor ...
Take Me Under Your Wing
... it passed. I have nothing at all in the world, ...
The Old Acacia Tree
... At his feet I'll fall and with tears I'll cry ...
A Twig Alighted
... The fruit fell and what have I to do with my trunk, ...
One, Two
... a demon with a ponytail and handlebar mustache ...
