Hayyim Nahman Bialik
Hayyim Nahman Bialik Poems
- Summer Is Dying Summer is dying in the purple and gold and ...
- The Old Acacia Tree Neither daylight nor the darkness See ...
- On A Summer’s Day When high noon on a summer’s day makes the...
- Alone Wind blew, light drew them all. New songs revive their...
- On The Slaughter Heaven, beg mercy for me! If there is a ...
- One, Two One, two, three, four — find yourself a wife — ...
- Take Me Under Your Wing Take me under your wing, be my ...
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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Summer Is Dying
Summer is dying in the purple and gold and russet
of the falling leaves of the wood,
and the sunset clouds are dying
in their own blood.
In the emptying public gardens
the last strollers break their walk
to lift their eyes and follow
the flight of the last stork.
The heart is orphaned. Soon
the cold rains will be drumming.
'Have you patched your coat for winter!
Stocked potatoes against its coming?'