My Nightingale Poem by Rose Ausländer

My Nightingale



Once upon a time my mother was a doe.
The gold- brown eyes
the grace
stayed with her from the doe-time.

Here she was
half angel half human -
the middle was Mother.
When I asked her what she would have wanted to be
she said: a nightingale.

Now she is a nightingale.
Night after night I hear her
in the garden of my sleepless dream.
She is singing the Zion of the ancestors
she is singing the long-ago Austria
she is singing the mountains and beech
forests of Bukowina.
Cradle songs
my nightingale
sings to me night after night
in the garden of my sleepless dream.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Translated by AnnaMaria Begemann and elana levy
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sally Plumb Plumb 14 December 2018

Wonderful! Wonderful!

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