Unity

My most pious songs have I written On rising from my sinful bed. God has given me a wealth of sins, And God alone has saved me from my sins.

A Jewish Wedding Deep in fields the klezmers can be heard Driving horses foaming at the mouth, Relatives, both poor and rich, arrive To Reb Sane’s daughter’s wedding feast. [ . . . ] But from a room…

My steps are set down stiffly on tired, empty paths. This morning a little town of Jews called me “Anti-Semite!” All of them in wrinkles and in rags out there pointing at me: “Him! That guy! We…

How can it be told in simple, quiet words? How can you gloss over the sharp outcry So that people will listen to it and be silent, With mute eyes, even without a sigh? Without a sigh, since every…

Behold I have not plowed nor have I planted, I have not prayed for the rain. And suddenly, see! My fields have grown Sun-blessed grain instead of thistle. Is it the aftergrowth of ancient produce,…

Wide, open, free lay the land, Extending to far horizons. The sandy red tract stretches Far and strange and lonely, Bordered by low wild plants And unknown herbs With…