צווישן מצבֿות
Among Tombstones
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Page 78. 'Among Tombstones': a cemetery meditation — people sleep under hills with stone angels at their heads. The speaker has no one buried here, just came to walk. His day is gone, he doesn't know where to go. 'Like every tombstone I wrap myself in white and rest.' 'Large, Large': a mystical fragment — eyes grow large and see more in darkness. Not heavy clouds but something heavier; not clear stars but something clearer. The poem reaches beyond ordinary perception toward something ineffable.
צווישן מצבֿות
מען שלאָפֿט אונטער בערגלעך,
צוקאָפּנס — מלאָכים פֿון שטיין.
איך האָב דאָ ניט קיינעם.
אַזוי זיך געקומען צו גיין.
מײַן טאָג איז פֿאַרגאַנגען —
איך ווייס ניט וואוהין און ניט וואָס;
ווי יעדע מצבֿה
איך היל זיך אין ווײַסן און רו.
גרויסע, גרויסע
גרויסע, גרויסע ווערן מײַנע אויגן,
איך אַלײן — אַלץ שווערער:
אין דער פֿינצטער קוקן מײַנע אויגן,
זע איך מערער, מערער...
שווערע וואָלקנס? ניט קיין שווערע וואָלקנס —
עפּעס שווערער, שווערער.
קלאָרע שטערן? ניט קיין קלאָרע שטערן —
עפּעס קלערער, קלערער...
Tsvishn matseyves
Men shloft unter berglekh,
tsukopns — malokhem fun shteyn.
Ikh hob do nit keynem.
Azoy zikh gekumen tsu geyn.
Mayn tog iz fargangen —
ikh veys nit vuhin un nit vos;
vi yede matseyveh
ikh hil zikh in vaysn un ru.
Groyse, groyse
Groyse, groyse vern mayne oygn,
ikh aleyn — alts shverer:
in der fintster kukn mayne oygn,
ze ikh merer, merer...
Shvere volkns? Nit keyn shvere volkns —
epes shverer, shverer.
Klore shtern? Nit keyn klore shtern —
epes klerer, klerer...
Among Tombstones
People sleep under little hills,
at the head — angels of stone.
I have no one here.
Just came to walk like this.
My day has gone —
I don't know where and don't know what;
like every tombstone
I wrap myself in white and rest.
Large, Large
Large, large my eyes grow,
I myself — ever heavier:
in the darkness my eyes look,
I see more, more...
Heavy clouds? Not heavy clouds —
something heavier, heavier.
Clear stars? Not clear stars —
something clearer, clearer...
Page 78. 'Among Tombstones': a cemetery meditation — people sleep under hills with stone angels at their heads. The speaker has no one buried here, just came to walk. His day is gone, he doesn't know where to go. 'Like every tombstone I wrap myself in white and rest.' 'Large, Large': a mystical fragment — eyes grow large and see more in darkness. Not heavy clouds but something heavier; not clear stars but something clearer. The poem reaches beyond ordinary perception toward something ineffable.
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