To My Friends
Yuli Daniel
1969
God’s grace has surely been overabundant.
Riches were mine. Hardly a day would pass
When human sympathy did not alight on me
Like manna from the sky.
I cupped my slender fingers to receive it
Ironically smiling: “God be praised,”
As a whole caravan of guests descended
Bearing its priceless freight of light and warmth.
Now, far from your hands, far from your eyes,
It’s only now I’ve really understood
That it was you who saved me from destruction
In those dark and terrible three years.
No, man does not live by bread alone!
It was your help that made me win the battles.
You poured blood and life back into my veins,
O you who revived me, you who gave me your blood!
It’s finished. I’m in trouble up to my neck.
Anxiety is circling around me.
But is there a soul to sigh and say: “You old troublemaker . . .”
And stroke my forehead with a warming hand?
It’s finished. It’ll be a long time before I’m out.
Even the ray of hope now hardly glimmers.
But in the silences of ravaged days
You’ve been transfigured into sounds and words.
You’ve settled on these prison-written pages.
Traveled uncharted roads of darkness, though drenched in light.
As flesh and blood I had to lose you all
To rediscover you in meter and rhyme.
Translated by David Burg and Arthur Boyars.
Credits
Yuli Daniel, “To My Friends,” from Prison Poems, trans. David Burg and Arthur Boyars (London: Marion Boyars Publishers, Calder and Boyars, 1971), p. 43. Used with permission of the publisher.
Published in: The Posen Library of Jewish Culture and Civilization, vol. 9.
You may also like
Shayke
Once this was the heart of Warsaw—this labyrinth of sad narrow streets between tall tenement houses. Now this is a remote place, an ancient tumor on the body of the modern city, where its blood flows…
The Girl of Dreams
In the meantime, they reached HaYarkon Street. The three couples climbed on their bicycles again and said goodbye. From afar, a fire siren was heard, the usual background music of Lag BaOmer. Merav’s…
Havurat Shalom: Draft of a Covenant
We join together in this covenant out of a sense of divine mission, out of a search for the realization of the sacred in our lives as individuals and as brothers and sisters in a community. Though…
You may also like
Shayke
Once this was the heart of Warsaw—this labyrinth of sad narrow streets between tall tenement houses. Now this is a remote place, an ancient tumor on the body of the modern city, where its blood flows…
The Girl of Dreams
In the meantime, they reached HaYarkon Street. The three couples climbed on their bicycles again and said goodbye. From afar, a fire siren was heard, the usual background music of Lag BaOmer. Merav’s…
Havurat Shalom: Draft of a Covenant
We join together in this covenant out of a sense of divine mission, out of a search for the realization of the sacred in our lives as individuals and as brothers and sisters in a community. Though…