Hayyim Nahman Bialik

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

Take Me Under Your Wing - Poem by Hayyim Nahman Bialik

Take me under your wing,
be my mother, my sister.
Take my head to your breast,
my banished prayers to your nest.

One merciful twilight hour,
hear my pain, bend your head.
They say there is youth in the world.
Where has my youth fled?

Listen! another secret:
I have been seared by a flame.
They say there is love in the world.
How do we know love’s name?

I was deceived by the stars.
There was a dream; it passed.
I have nothing at all in the world,
nothing but a vast waste.

Take me under your wing,
be my mother, my sister.
Take my head to your breast,
my banished prayers to your nest.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010



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