Here you will find the Poem A Long Bough of poet Hayyim Nahman Bialik
A bough sank down on a fence, and fell asleep ? so shall I sleep. The fruit has fallen; and what do I care for my root and stock? The fruit has fallen, the flower is long forgotten, only leaves remain. One day a storm will rage and they will fall, casualties, to earth. Afterwards, terrible nights. No respite, no sleep. I wrestle alone in darkness, batter my head on the wall. Spring will blossom again. Only I hang on to my stem ? bald shoot with no bud and no flower no fruit and no leaf.
