Quiet, Quiet
Mani Leib
1914
For Zishe Landau
Quiet, quiet, no loud talk!
Stand bent over, pale and dark,
Crouched up in a ball of pain,
Shut up—holding your breath in.
Out of the deep night
He’ll ride up on a white horse
Heard by no one, then come right
In the silence to our house.
From his pure countenance
And his clothing all in white
We’re struck by joy’s exhalations
And by his…
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