Hayyim Nahman Bialik

(9 January 1873 – 4 July 1934 / Radi, Volhynia)

Hayyim Nahman Bialik Poems

1. A Twig Alighted 4/7/2010
2. A Long Bough 4/7/2010
3. Sabbath Queen 4/7/2010
4. I Didn’t Win Light In A Windfall 4/7/2010
5. Return 4/7/2010
6. After My Death 4/7/2010
7. On The Slaughter 4/7/2010
8. Should You Wish To Know The Source 4/7/2010
9. In The City Of Slaughter (Excerpt) 4/7/2010
10. On A Summer’s Day 4/7/2010
11. One, Two 4/7/2010
12. Take Me Under Your Wing 4/7/2010
13. Alone 4/7/2010
14. The Old Acacia Tree 4/7/2010
15. Summer Is Dying 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Hayyim Nahman Bialik

Summer Is Dying

Summer is dying in the purple and gold and russet
of the falling leaves of the wood,
and the sunset clouds are dying
in their own blood.

In the emptying public gardens
the last strollers break their walk
to lift their eyes and follow
the flight of the last stork.

The heart is orphaned. Soon
the cold rains will be drumming.
'Have you patched your coat for winter!
Stocked potatoes against its coming?'

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