Hayyim Nahman Bialik


Upon the Slaughter

By Hayyim Nahman Bialik

Heavenly spheres, beg mercy for me!If truly God dwells in your orbit and round,And in your space is His pathway that I have not found —Then you pray for me!For my own heart is dead; no prayer on my tongue;And strength has failed, and hope has passed:O until when? For how much more? How long?Ho, headsman, bared the neck — come, cleaveRead More



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