See, I am coming back to myself,
To the wonder of the first dot.
Close the window, dear friend,
Keep me from the slightest breeze.
In
the dark we are two.
What could be lesser and smaller.
Let all hungry tasters
Do as they like.
And we shall saddle our sleep
And ride in a private garden.
There, in the dark, will be kissing
The mays and the mustnots.
M.
L.
Halpern (1886- 1932)
WHY NOT
Moyshe- Leyb stops in the middle of the night–
To ponder whether the world is right.
He stops and listens as his thoughts appear–
Someone whispers in his ear
That everything is straight and everything is crooked
And the world spins around everything.
Moyshe-Leyb plucks a straw with his nails
And smiles.
Why?-
Why not.
Just so, at night, he plucks a straw
And once again a thought arrives.
Again he listens - a thought appears–
Someone whispers in his ear
That nothing is straight and nothing is crooked
And the world spins around nothing.
Moyshe-Leyb plucks a straw with his nails
