Hayyim Nahman Bialik

Here you will find the Poem A Long Bough of poet Hayyim Nahman Bialik

A Long Bough

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.