Here you will find the Poem I Didnt Win Light In A Windfall of poet Hayyim Nahman Bialik
I didn?t win light in a windfall, nor by deed of a father?s will. I hewed my light from granite. I quarried my heart. In the mine of my heart a spark hides ? not large, but wholly my own. Neither hired, nor borrowed, nor stolen ? my very own. Sorrow wields huge hammer blows, the rock of endurance cracks blinding my eye with flashes I catch in verse. They fly from my lines to your breast to vanish in kindled flame. While I, with heart?s blood and marrow pay the price of the blaze.
