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
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