Long Quavering Poems

World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems - VI - Chaim Nachman Bialik, Erich Fried

After My Death
by Chaim Nachman Bialik
translation by Michael R. Burch

Say this when you eulogize me: 
Here was a man—now, poof, he's...

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Whar art thou dame of my dream?

Eagerness readily overtakes me prior 
to succumbing to nightly slumber. 

Tis boot a blink when eyelids become relaxed 
adrift abed invariably occurs counting backwards  
from one hundred –...

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January: is mountain of blessing where the births sing with hope for those 
Semen mentioned on this occasion to Ottoman Empire where conqueror doesn't 
Need dozens of sword to shout. He only understands the cap...

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The bespectacled old man
Adjusted his spectacles and his hearing aids,
Positioned his walking stick
Then,
Inched forward as the caravan stuttered
And,
Birthed at Aqua Caliente Station

Unable to make out
The train number and destination,
He turned to me
And asked in a...

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From Loneliness to Linkages

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Poem for Eula Davis

October 8, 2013 at 8:39am


 
POEM FOR EULA DAVIS
 
 
A very throaty Warbler issued
Quavering Trills in a morning song -  
As he serenaded the dew
drops on the grateful trees
 
Other...

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POEM FOR EUNA DAVIS

 A very throaty Warbler issued
Quavering Trills in a morning song -  
As he serenaded the dew
drops on the grateful trees
 
Other birds were answering with
songs of praise from familiar days.
No...

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Prior To Commencing Poem, I Dreamt Contretemps Escalating fusillade...

Galvanized hotheaded idealists (jaded
locals - kindled moderates) nursed
oppressive proletarian quavering riot
spearheading triumphant utopian voice...

whether contrived right here and now,
or purportedly fragmented remnant
occuring during REM sleep
beside the point,...

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Solitude breeds malignant nemesis
couched as woe seated heavily
within mine angst
riddled quavering psyche
blinding clairvoyance 
debilitates enthusiastic frequency
wavelengths propagate unfounded
probable future destitution

predicated upon intractable lifetime mired
within groveling penuriousness
"dirt poor" accursed fate
pervaded plentiful not ready 
for prime time...

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My pen;
Is the source of my greatest power,
Conveys my deepest private thoughts,
Translates the speech of my spirit,
Utters the voice of my very soul,
Thus is my most precious tool.

When I am sad;
My pen may be likened...

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Lamenting strings of my violin... how sorrowfully they wail
as if they mourn for my mistakes, so many times I've failed.
When my bow caresses them now, do they feel the pain
within my heart, the emotional wounds...

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After My Death
by Chaim Nachman Bialik
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Say this when you eulogize me:
Here was a man — now, poof, he's gone!
He died before his time.
The music of his life suddenly ground to...

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Soft somnolent skies have ceased seething, for day’s nearly through,  
while winds echo whispering thoughts of returning to you
and heavens throb, pulsing and bleeding in crimsons, once blue -
their passions, like flames, fill my...

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Just a single conscious decision,
hanging in the palm of your hand
A quavering sensation
breathing in subsequent rhythm, a pulse
dripping from the band
All these motifs around me
and I'm just a stagnation in time
Never will be or is...

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Forced my hand!

After being scourged, scorched, sored and sold by love, l was no more a believer for she was a deceiver!
The nights l wept alone expecting roses from a company of two, oh what...

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   Acquainted ! Attracted ! I adore you, Hello Miss !
   Beautiful  bud of love bloomed in bliss.

   Cheered ! Charmed ! Caring craving on your charisma.
 ...

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Jersey and Teddy had become very sick
Together they had drunk some very spoilt milk
Both went to the doctor, the pain was so intense
Doc Duck quacked and peered at them through a very thick lens
Oval in...

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THE SECRET

Shh! The walls have ears; let them not hear you
Let no other ear hear this! Threatening warnings of my father
Compelled alliance with my father; concealing the truth from my mother
Sight of my mother’s ignorant...

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Note to contest sponsor: poet's name is mentioned at beginning
of the audio. Do not listen to audio portion if you wish not to 
Know the author of this poem.

In forest's night, the trees bend low
beneath...

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Have we, in our wanderings through 
storied lands, tramped upon 
purple earth cradling the sleep of kings?

Perhaps, far beneath our ambling feet, 
in crypts sealed by the amnesia of centuries, 
in sarcophagi dusted with a...

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I

I write-
words    quavering with emotion-
my words speak thickly
fragments of my life

minced   words   that ramble

and I lispandslur
I croak and hesitate
and mitigate
words

oh this world is so shattering-beautiful

my pen
fragments of minced
words...

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In forest's night, the trees bend low
beneath a slice of half moon’s glow;
          silent shadows waver there,
         ...

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Angel In A Jar


I caught an Angel from the morning sun, in a jar her wings undone
A blissful beauty a spinning spun, I will keep her with rejoice and run
I look in the jovial jar;...

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The stone's angle
offers no cover
as she lay 
openly exposed.

Her pedipalp mane, disheveled
by the soft reverberation
of an accidental intruder.

Whose mouth will froth?
Whose stunned lungs will blanch?
Whose limbs will twitch
then stiffen?

Aculeus poised; quavering telson.
What is her decision?

Will...

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This is a anecdote about not taking things for granted....
Seeing how we often jump to conclusions based on wrong assumptions...

A top notched news photographer was in a mighty hurry...
He saw a plane on the taxiway,...

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