Monish

Life is like a river;
we are fish.
The water’s wholesome and fresh
and we would swim forever,
but for a black figure
on the riverbank.
There Satan stands,
in his hands
a fishing rod,
and catches fish.
With a worm that eats the dust,
a little lust,
a moment’s pleasure,
the line is baited.
Hardly a flick
and the pike flies in the pan
to be fried or roasted
on the…
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First published in 1888, this poem was recognized in its day as the first self-consciously modern poem written in Yiddish and understood retrospectively as a founding moment of modern secular Yiddish language culture. Peretz revised the poem significantly several times in the years that followed, removing or refining elements that came to seem outmoded as Yiddish culture itself matured; the excerpt offered here, representing the first half of the poem, is from the final 1908 version. 

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