Hayyim Nahman Bialik
Hayyim Nahman Bialik Poems
- Alone Wind blew, light drew them all. New songs revive their...
- Summer Is Dying Summer is dying in the purple and gold and ...
- The Old Acacia Tree Neither daylight nor the darkness See ...
- I Didn’t Win Light In A Windfa... I didn’t win light in a ...
- On A Summer’s Day When high noon on a summer’s day makes the...
- Take Me Under Your Wing Take me under your wing, be my ...
- One, Two One, two, three, four — find yourself a wife — ...
Hayim Nahman Bialik, also Chaim or Haim, was a Jewish poet who wrote primarily in Hebrew but also in Yiddish. Bialik was one of the pioneers of modern Hebrew poetry and came to be recognized as Israel's national poet.
Bialik was born in the village of Radi, Volhynia in the Ukrainian part of the Russian Empire to Yitzhak Yosef Bialik, a scholar and businessman, and his wife Dinah (Priveh). Bialik's father died in 1880, when Bialik was 7 years old. In his poems, Bialik romanticized the misery of his childhood, describing seven orphans left behind—though modern biographers believe there were fewer children, including grown step-siblings who did not need to be ... more »
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Wind blew, light drew them all.
New songs revive their mornings.
Only I, small bird, am forsaken
under the Shekhina’s wing.
Alone. I remain alone.
The Shekhina’s broken wing
trembled over my head. My heart knew hers:
her fear for her only son.
Driven from every ridge –
one desolate corner left –
in the House of Study she hides in shadow,
and I alone share her pain.
Imprisoned beneath her wing
my heart longed for the light.
She buried her face on my shoulder
and a tear fell on my page.
Dumbly she clung and wept.
Her broken wing ...