Summer Is Waning
Summer is waning from the gold and from the copper
and violet
of leaf fall in gardens, and clouds at twilight
that drown in their own blood.
And the garden empties, only a few stragglers,
a few girls,
raise their eyes to the sky, following
the last columns of the storks.
And the heart is orphaned. Soon a cloudy day
will knock at the window in…
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The Pool
I know a forest and in that forest
I know a hidden pool:
In the denseness of the wood, isolated from the world,
In the shades of a lofty oak, blessed by light and accustomed to storm,
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Take Me in under Your Wing
Take me in under your wing
and be unto me mother and sister
and let your breast be my head’s rest,
home of my lonely prayers.
At the hour of mercy, at sunset,
list and I’ll reveal my sorrow’s root…
Hear, O Israel!
Hear, O Israel!
Will you never tire of repeating in your prayers:
“Praised be the Eternal, who avengeth my injuries,
Who protecteth my rights, who supporteth me in need,
Who crusheth my foes, who…
There Are Many Riddles in Life
There are many riddles in life,
Mounds and mounds of answers too;
The wise men have many solutions,
The morons have a desire for life.
Once a wise man told me:
“There is one essence of being,
Only…
Untitled, from The Book of Satires
Everyone loved . . . it was a plague
of infatuation, of kisses;
But the people soon became quiet,
the mothers were already nursing.
The drum of youth was laid
in the corner, and the…