Monish

Y. L. Peretz

1888 and 1908

Life is like a river;
we are fish.
The water’s wholesome and fresh
and we would swim forever,
but for a black figure
on the riverbank.
There Satan stands,
in his hands
a fishing rod,
and catches fish.
With a worm that eats the dust,
a little lust,
a moment’s pleasure,
the line is baited.
Hardly a flick
and the pike flies in the pan
to be fried or roasted
on the…
Please login or register for free access to Posen Library Already have an account?
Engage with this Source

You may also like