Hayyim Nahman Bialik Poems

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1.
On A Summer’s Day

When high noon on a summer’s day
makes the sky a fiery furnace
and the heart seeks a quiet corner for dreams,
then come to me, my weary friend.
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2.
In The City Of Slaughter (Excerpt)

Proceed thence to the ruins, the split walls reach,
Where wider grows the hollow, and greater grows the breach;
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3.
The Old Acacia Tree

Neither daylight nor the darkness
See how silently I wander.
Not on mountain, nor in valley,
Does an old acacia ponder.
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4.
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.
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5.
Alone

Wind blew, light drew them all.
New songs revive their mornings.
Only I, small bird, am forsaken
under the Shekhina’s wing.
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6.
One, Two

One, two, three, four —
find yourself a wife — choose her!
Do not dally, don't be late
or someone else'll get there first.
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7.
Take Me Under Your Wing

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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8.
On The Slaughter

Heaven, beg mercy for me!  If there is
a God in you, a pathway through
you to this God - which I have not
discovered - then pray for me!  For my
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9.
After My Death

After my death mourn me this way:
'There was a man-and see: he is no more;
before his time this man died
and his life's song in mid-bar stopped;
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10.
Return

Once more. Look: a spent old scarecrow
shrivelled face
straw-dry shadow
swaying like a leaf
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