Hayyim Nahman Bialik
Once more. Look: a spent old scarecrow
swaying like a leaf
bending and swaying over books.
Once more. Look: a spent old crone
weaving and weaving
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.
I’ll join you, old cronies!
Together we’ll rot till we stink.
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