Grandfather Dying

Moyshe Kulbak

1929

Gray as a dove, toward evening, my grandfather came from the pasture;
He made up his bed and said a prayer of confession,
Then inwardly bade his farewell to the world
And closed his eyes, utterly exhausted.
My uncles came in and gathered around at his bedside;
Bowing their shaggy heads they stood about, silent;
Something clutched at their hearts…
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