Learn More

Hayyim Nahman Bialik

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

Return


Once more. Look: a spent old scarecrow
shrivelled face
straw-dry shadow
swaying like a leaf
bending and swaying over books.

Once more. Look: a spent old crone
weaving and weaving
knitted stockings
mouth full of curses
lips forever mumbling curses.

There’s the household cat
has not moved since I left,
still dreaming by the stove
playing cat and mouse
in his dream.

And as ever, in darkness
the spider weaves
hanging its web
full of swollen fly corpses
in the dark west corner.

You’ve not changed:
All old as the hills.
Nothing new.
I’ll join you, old cronies!
Together we’ll rot till we stink.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 07, 2010

Do you like this poem?
1 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Return by Hayyim Nahman Bialik )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Trending Poets

Trending Poems

  1. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  2. Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
  3. Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
  4. A Smile To Remember, Charles Bukowski
  5. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  6. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
  7. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  8. If, Rudyard Kipling
  9. Sonnet XVII, Pablo Neruda
  10. Christmas Trees, Robert Frost

Poem of the Day

poet Li Po

Amongst the flowers I
am alone with my pot of wine
drinking by myself; then lifting
my cup I asked the moon
to drink with me, its reflection
and mine in the wine cup, just
...... Read complete »

   

Member Poem

poet Marvin Brato Sr

[Hata Bildir]