ס'גלײַכע מויל ווערט אויסגעקרימט אין דרייען,
The straight mouth becomes twisted in three ways,
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Page 224. 'Lider fun Umkum' poems ZAYIN conclusion and KHES. Poem ZAYIN continued: The moon's mouth twists, showing 'not teeth, but rows of wounds.' The lower lip stretches 'like a heavy load of flesh hanging down.' Flesh-smell spreads; 'doggish muzzles foam from the smell. Teeth fever, necks pant — moon-flesh no one can reach.' Suddenly — explosion; on thread-rays 'in pieces moon-body begins to fall, falls with hair and bones straight into dogs' mouths on sharp teeth.' Dogs sated disperse in 'blessing-like howling.' A grotesque vision of the moon devoured by dogs — combining apocalyptic imagery with violence. Poem KHES, 'Freyd, vos in geveyn' (Joy, That Is in Weeping): 'Joy, that is in weeping. In the face of death the tombstone embraces and warms, brings joy.' More than the dead, more than our weeping, 'the sculpted marble itself waits and hopes for a miracle.' 'Touch with your mouth, with deathly breath the hidden horror of its shiny polished skin.' The stone monument as living, hoping entity.
ס'גלײַכע מויל ווערט אויסגעקרימט אין דרייען,
ס'באַווײַזן זיך נישט ציין, נאָר וואונדן רייען.
די ליפּ די אונטערשטע נעמט ציען זיך, זיך לענגען
ווי אַ שווערע משׂא פֿלייש אַרונטערהענגען.
פֿלייש־גערוך צעטראָגט זיך איבער אַלע רוימען
מאָרדעס הינטישע פֿון ריח נעמען שוימען.
ציינער נעמען פֿיבערן און העלדזער — קײַכן
לבֿנה־פֿלייש קען קיינער נישט דערגרײַכן.
מיטאַמאָל — געפּלאַץ; אויף פֿעדעם־שטראַלן
שטיקערווײַז לבֿנה־לײַב נעמט פֿאַלן.
פֿאַלט און פֿאַלט אַרײַן מיט האָר און ביינער
גלײַך אין מויל צו הינט אויף שאַרפֿע ציינער.
הינט געזעטיקטע פֿאַרגייען זיך אין שטילן
אין צעצויגענעם, אין בענטשנדיקן בילן.
ח
פֿרייד, וואָס אין געוויין
פֿרייד, וואָס אין געוויין.
און אין אָנגעזיכט פֿון טויט
דעם מצבֿהדיקן שטיין
נעמט אַרום און דערוואַרעמט, דערפֿרייט.
מער פֿאַר דעם, וואָס איז מת,
מער פֿאַר אונדזער געוויין
וואַרט און האָפֿט אויף אַ נס
דער געפֿורעמטער מאַרמאָר אַליין.
רירט זיך צו מיטן מויל,
מיטן אָטעם באַטויט
דעם פֿאַרבאָרגענעם גרויל
פֿון זײַן גלאַנציק געשליפֿענער הויט.
S'glaykhe moyl vert oysgekr imt in dreyen,
s'bavayzon zikh nisht tseyn, nor vundn reyen.
Di lip di untershtе nemt tsien zikh, zikh lengen
vi a shvere mase fleysh arunterhengen.
Fleysh-gerukh tsetrogt zikh iber ale roymen
mordes hintishe fun reyakh nemen shoymen.
Tseyner nemen fibern un heldzer — kaykhn
levone-fleysh ken keyner nisht dergraykhn.
Mitamol — geplаts; oyf fedem-shtraln
shtikervayz levone-layb nemt faln.
Falt un falt arayn mit hor un beyner
glaykh in moyl tsu hint oyf sharfe tseyner.
Hint gezetikte fargeyеn zikh in shtiln
in tsetsoygеnem, in bentshndikn biln.
KHES
Freyd, vos in geveyn
Freyd, vos in geveyn.
Un in ongezikht fun toyt
dem matseyvеdikn shteyn
nemt arum un dervaremt, derfreyt.
Mer far dem, vos iz mes,
mer far undzer geveyn
vart un hoft oyf a nes
der gefuremter marmоr aleyn.
Rirt zikh tsu mitn moyl,
mitn оtem batоyt
dem farborgеnem groyl
fun zayn glantsik geshlifener hoyt.
The straight mouth becomes twisted in three ways,
there appear not teeth, but rows of wounds.
The lower lip begins to stretch, to lengthen
like a heavy load of flesh hanging down.
Flesh-smell spreads over all spaces
doggish muzzles from the smell begin to foam.
Teeth begin to fever and necks — to pant
moon-flesh no one can reach.
Suddenly — an explosion; on thread-rays
in pieces moon-body begins to fall.
Falls and falls in with hair and bones
straight into the mouths of dogs on sharp teeth.
Dogs sated disperse in stillness
in prolonged, in blessing-like howling.
KHES
Joy, That Is in Weeping
Joy, that is in weeping.
And in the face of death
the tombstone
embraces and warms, brings joy.
More than the one who is dead,
more than our weeping
waits and hopes for a miracle
the sculpted marble itself.
Touch with your mouth,
with breath made deathly
the hidden horror
of its shiny polished skin.
Page 224. 'Lider fun Umkum' poems ZAYIN conclusion and KHES. Poem ZAYIN continued: The moon's mouth twists, showing 'not teeth, but rows of wounds.' The lower lip stretches 'like a heavy load of flesh hanging down.' Flesh-smell spreads; 'doggish muzzles foam from the smell. Teeth fever, necks pant — moon-flesh no one can reach.' Suddenly — explosion; on thread-rays 'in pieces moon-body begins to fall, falls with hair and bones straight into dogs' mouths on sharp teeth.' Dogs sated disperse in 'blessing-like howling.' A grotesque vision of the moon devoured by dogs — combining apocalyptic imagery with violence. Poem KHES, 'Freyd, vos in geveyn' (Joy, That Is in Weeping): 'Joy, that is in weeping. In the face of death the tombstone embraces and warms, brings joy.' More than the dead, more than our weeping, 'the sculpted marble itself waits and hopes for a miracle.' 'Touch with your mouth, with deathly breath the hidden horror of its shiny polished skin.' The stone monument as living, hoping entity.
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