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Hayyim Nahman Bialik's Poetry, by written

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  • On A Summer’s Day
    When high noon on a summer’s day
    makes the sky a fiery furnace
    38 lines
  • A Long Bough
    A bough sank down on a fence, and fell asleep –
    so shall I sleep.
    18 lines
  • Alone
    Wind blew, light drew them all.
    New songs revive their mornings.
    28 lines
  • I Didn’t Win Light In A Windfall
    I didn’t win light in a windfall,
    nor by deed of a father’s will.
    18 lines
  • Return
    Once more.  Look: a spent old scarecrow
    shrivelled face
    28 lines
  • Take Me Under Your Wing
    Take me under your wing,
    be my mother, my sister.
    23 lines
  • Summer Is Dying
    Summer is dying in the purple and gold and russet
    of the falling leaves of the wood,
    13 lines, 4 comments
  • After My Death
    After my death mourn me this way:
    "There was a man--and see: he is no more;
    32 lines
  • One, Two
    One, two, three, four —
    find yourself a wife — choose her!
    26 lines
  • The Old Acacia Tree
    Neither daylight nor the darkness
    See how silently I wander.
    22 lines
  • Should You Wish To Know The Source
    Should you wish to know the Source,
    From which your brothers drew...
    31 lines
  • A Twig Alighted
    A twig alighted on a fence and dozed;
    So do I sleep.
    16 lines
  • Sabbath Queen
    The sun has already disappeared beyond the treetops,
    Come let us go and welcome the Sabbath Queen,
    28 lines, 1 comment
  • In The City Of Slaughter (excerpt)
    Proceed thence to the ruins, the split walls reach,
    Where wider grows the hollow, and greater grows the breach;
    18 lines, 2 comments
  • On The Slaughter
    Heaven, beg mercy for me!  If there is
    a God in you, a pathway through
    36 lines
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