Beyond Melody
Nathan Alterman
1938
With a violin in the alley grandfather and son disappeared.
Again the night was closed. Oh, speak, please speak!
I who grew up with all your stones,
I knew—like confession, they too would break.
Stones like tears in the lashes of the world.
How shall I set out to wipe them with a silken cloth?
Over the last song that opposite them trembles,
Sile…
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