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.
Hayyim Nahman Bialik
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