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I lay at your feet

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Page 426. End of previous poem — lays 'zak mit geshray' (sack of screams) at Colorado's feet, 'land... fun fayer un shney' (land of fire and snow). New poem 'In dreml' (In a doze): grass and bloom in drowsy state. Walk 'vi tsadikim in gan-eydn' (like righteous ones in Paradise — Hebrew 'tzaddikim', 'gan eden') — ironic title of cycle explained. 'Shnirele fun blut' (thread of blood) binds TB patients together. 'Vayse khokhme' (white wisdom — Hebrew 'chochmah') on lips. Wind brings 'veltn nit fun danen' (worlds not from here). 'Lib — leb — lang' — compressed imperative/blessing. Song taken to 'tseln un gezeltn' (cells and tents) — hospital rooms. Night personified 'in vaysn hemd' (white shirt — nurse imagery), 'fiberdik' (feverishly), sprinkles 'shlof-trunk tropn' (sleep-potion drops). New poem 'Vu bistu?' (Where are you?): 'levone-gezikhter' (moon-faces — Hebrew 'levanah'), enchanted houses, slow clock hands — dreamlike sanatorium night.

Yiddish Original

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איך לייג צו די פיס דיר

מיין זאָק מיט געשריי,

לאָנד קאָלאַראַדאָ

פון פייער און שנייה

אין דרעמל

איז דרעמל גראָז און בלום,

דער אָוונט נעמט זיך שיידן:

מיר גייען שטיל אַרום,

ווי צדיקים אין גןדעדן.

איין שנירעלע פון בלוט

טוט אַלעמען פאַרקניפן;

די ווייסע חכמה רוט

אויף אַלע אונדוערע 5>יפן.

פון ערגעץ קומט אַ ווינט

מיט שטורעם-טריט צושפאַנען,

דערמאָנט אונדו און פּאַרבינדט

מיט וועלטן ניט פון דאַנען.

ליב--לְעב--לאַנְג --

געזאַנג אַזאַ פון וועלטן :

מיר נעמען-מיט ס'געזאַנג

אין צעלן און געצעלטן.

די נאַכט אין ווייסן העמד

שטייט פיבערדיק צוקאָפן.

און שפריצט אויף דיל צפון ווענט

געווירצטע שלאָף"טרונק טראָפן.

וואו ביסטו ?

לבנה"געזיכטער,

פּאַרכישופטע הייזער,

באַלקאָנען און ליכטער,

און לזמנגזאַמע ווייזער.

Transliteration

Ikh leyg tsu di fis dir

mayn zak mit geshray,

land Kolorado

fun fayer un shney.

In dreml

In dreml groz un blum,

der ovnt nemt zikh sheydn:

mir geyen shtil arum,

vi tsadikim in gan-eydn.

Eyn shnirele fun blut

tut alemen farknipn;

di vayse khokhme rut

oyf ale undzere lipn.

Fun ergets kumt a vint

mit shturem-trit tsushpanen,

dermont undz un farbint

mit veltn nit fun danen.

Lib — leb — lang —

gezang aza fun veltn:

mir nemen-mit s'gezang

in tseln un gezeltn.

Di nakht in vaysn hemd

shteyt fiberdik tsukopn,

un shpritst oyf dil un vent

gevirtste shlof-trunk tropn.

Vu bistu?

Levone-gezikhter,

farkishofste hayzer,

balkonenen un likhter,

un langzame vayzer.

English Translation

I lay at your feet

my sack of screams,

land of Colorado

of fire and snow.

In a Doze

In a doze grass and bloom,

the evening begins to part:

we walk quietly around,

like righteous ones in Paradise.

One little thread of blood

ties everyone together;

the white wisdom rests

on all our lips.

From somewhere comes a wind

striding with storm-steps,

reminds us and binds us

to worlds not from here.

Love — live — long —

such a song from worlds:

we take along the song

into cells and tents.

The night in a white shirt

stands feverishly at the head,

and sprinkles on floor and walls

spiced sleep-potion drops.

Where Are You?

Moon-faces,

enchanted houses,

balconies and lights,

and slow clock-hands.

TRANSLATOR’S NOTE

Page 426. End of previous poem — lays 'zak mit geshray' (sack of screams) at Colorado's feet, 'land... fun fayer un shney' (land of fire and snow). New poem 'In dreml' (In a doze): grass and bloom in drowsy state. Walk 'vi tsadikim in gan-eydn' (like righteous ones in Paradise — Hebrew 'tzaddikim', 'gan eden') — ironic title of cycle explained. 'Shnirele fun blut' (thread of blood) binds TB patients together. 'Vayse khokhme' (white wisdom — Hebrew 'chochmah') on lips. Wind brings 'veltn nit fun danen' (worlds not from here). 'Lib — leb — lang' — compressed imperative/blessing. Song taken to 'tseln un gezeltn' (cells and tents) — hospital rooms. Night personified 'in vaysn hemd' (white shirt — nurse imagery), 'fiberdik' (feverishly), sprinkles 'shlof-trunk tropn' (sleep-potion drops). New poem 'Vu bistu?' (Where are you?): 'levone-gezikhter' (moon-faces — Hebrew 'levanah'), enchanted houses, slow clock hands — dreamlike sanatorium night.

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