Wednesday, May 6, 2015

A Poem by Rachel (Bluwstein) (1890-1931)


Conspiracy of spring
a man awakes and through the window sees
a pear tree blossoming,
and instantly the mountains weighing on his heart
dissolves and disappears

O you will understand! Is there a grieving man
who can hold on stubbornly
to a single flower that withered
in last year's autumn gale,
when spring consoles and with a smile
presents him with a giant wreath of flowers
at his very window?

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