H. Leivick

1888–1962

Born in the town of Igumen/Humen in the Russian Empire (now Chervyen, Belarus), Leyvik Halpern became a central figure in interwar Yiddish poetry and drama under the pen name H. Leivick. Revolutionary activism in the Bund as a young man earned him internal exile in Siberia from the tsarist regime; both the revolutionary activism and the punishment became an important fount of his poetry thereafter, as in “Zayt gezunt.” Escaping to the United States in 1913, he emerged as the leading poetic and dramatic voice of the socialist, anti-capitalist, and humanist social vision that predominated in American Yiddish culture in those years. In work that ranged from powerful and sometimes strident prophetic declamations to his fellow Jews, to realist accounts of labor exploitation and social suffering, to expressionist work filled with foreboding, Leivick was seen by many in Yiddishist circles as the leading voice of suffering, illness, and exile. Drawing close to the Communist Party in the 1920s, he broke ties to the New York communist newspaper Di frayhayt (Freedom) in 1929 when it defended the August 1929 outburst of Palestinian attacks on Jewish civilians in Mandatory Palestine as revolutionary. Leivick’s most celebrated work, the expressionist verse drama The Golem (1921), is still performed. The offices of the Association of Yiddish Writers and Journalists in Israel are based in Bet Leyvick, established in 1970 in Tel Aviv.

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The Golem

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[A deserted place on the bank of the river outside of Prague. Daybreak. All is dark and silent. Reb Levi Bar Bezalel, or The Maharal, an old man of seventy, stands over an outlined mound…

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With the Holy Poem

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With the holy poem clenched between my teeth, I set forth alone from that wolf-cave, my home, to roam street after street like a wolf with his solitary bone. There is prey enough in the street to…

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Here Lives the Jewish People

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The towering life of the towering city Is burning in white fires. And in the streets of the Jewish East side The whiteness of the fires burns even whiter. I like to stroll in the burning frenzy of…

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Unsatiated Passions

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Unsatiated passions want to be satiated, Arms wish to be tired, Lips look for merging, Fingers long for cracking, Green fires in the eyes are greening greener, Like eyes of wolves in frozen fields, G…

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Sanatorium

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Gate, open doorsill, creep near. Room, I’m here; back to the cell. Fire in my flesh. snow on my skull. My shoulder heaves a sack of grief. Good-bye. Good-bye. Hand. Eye. Burning lip charred by…

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Song of the Yellow Patch

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How does it look, the yellow patch With a red or black Star-of-David On the arm of a Jew in Naziland— Against the white ground of a December snow? How would it look, a yellow patch With a red or…

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A Stubborn Back—and Nothing More

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Come, let us hide ourselves in caves, in stony crevices, in graves where stretched full length on the hard ground we lie, backs up and faces down. We shall not record, we shall not say why we’ve…

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With the Saving Remnant

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With regard to the life and fate of the remaining Jews, located at present in the Occupation Zones of Germany, you hear at every step the words: “sheyres hapleyte” [saving remnant], “sheyres hakhurbn”…

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Zayt gezunt (Farewell)

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Farewell, farewell, Tomorrow I depart. I’ve sewn myself a pack And had my hair cut off. I’ve got myself a belt That’s tethered to my chains, Said good-bye to all my neighbors Through the wall that…

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On the Roads of Siberia

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On the roads of Siberia Someone may still uncover a button, a lace Of my torn shoe, A leather belt, a shard of a clay mug, A page of the holy book. On the rivers of Siberia Someone may still…