Gedicht
Nathan Alterman
Moon
An old sight too has its moment of birth.
A birdless sky
Strange and set apart.
Facing your window on the moonlit night stands
A city plunged in crickets\' tears.
And when you see a road still watching for a wayfarer
And the moon
Is on the cypress spear,
You say: \'My God, are all these things still out there?
May one whisper them a greeting?\'
From their pools the waters gaze upon us.
The tree is at rest
In a flush of catkin blossoms.
Never shall the sorrow of Your great playthings
Be plucked from me, O our God.
Moon
© 1938, Nathan Alterman
From: Stars Outside
Publisher: Yachdav, Tel Aviv
From: Stars Outside
Publisher: Yachdav, Tel Aviv
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Moon
From: Stars Outside
Moon
An old sight too has its moment of birth.
A birdless sky
Strange and set apart.
Facing your window on the moonlit night stands
A city plunged in crickets\' tears.
And when you see a road still watching for a wayfarer
And the moon
Is on the cypress spear,
You say: \'My God, are all these things still out there?
May one whisper them a greeting?\'
From their pools the waters gaze upon us.
The tree is at rest
In a flush of catkin blossoms.
Never shall the sorrow of Your great playthings
Be plucked from me, O our God.
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