Hayyim Nahman Bialik

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

A Long Bough - Poem by Hayyim Nahman Bialik

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A bough sank down on a fence, and fell asleep –
so shall I sleep.
The fruit has fallen; and what do I care
for my root and stock?

The fruit has fallen, the flower is long forgotten,
only leaves remain.
One day a storm will rage and they will fall,
casualties, to earth.

Afterwards, terrible nights.
No respite, no sleep.
I wrestle alone in darkness, batter
my head on the wall.

Spring will blossom again. Only I
hang on to my stem –
bald shoot with no bud and no flower
no fruit and no leaf.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010



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