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May the bridegroom rejoice and the roses multiply, let sorrows fade away and let the young, old, and simple-minded understand. May the grooms be joyful with strophic poetry (shirot) and songs (renanot…
Hush little baby. Forty-six years now
the night has rocked itself in my empty cradle
Now a gray head is rocked to sleep with the same tune:
Standing at the cradle’s head
No angel with two white wings…
My Lord, how stands it with me now
Who, standing here before you
(who, fierce as you are, are also just).
Cannot bow down. You order this.
Why, therefore, I must break
If bend I will not, yet bend I…
Illustration from the German translation of Morris Rosenfeld’s Yiddish “sweatshop” poems, Lieder des Ghetto (Songs from the Ghetto). The illustrations in the deluxe book are in the art nouveau style…
Eagle! Eagle on your hilltops, eagle flying o’er your hills!
Slow and buoyant—it seems a moment—only floating as it wills;
Floating, sailing through blue seas, hearing notes of sung delight
Filling…
Noah:Lonely times again. . . .? [Sighing.] Now I must go out in the world an’ make meself for a big nuisance again. . . ? [Then.] Why should she think I’m crazy? [Abruptly standing.] Now, just a…
If Tarshish would hand out its gold and diamonds
And the deep waters a jacinth, an agate, and an amethyst
What does it have to do with me? And why should I ask for it?
While I am alive I will not be…