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.
I Didn-t Win Light In A Windfall
Hayyim Nahman Bialik
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