"Cardinal Points" litetrary journal: www.stosvet.net

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Peretz Markish

I'M JUST A STALK IN THE FIELD




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I'm just a stalk in the field,
A shoot stirred by morning's breathe…
Earth! Enough I should be a stem,
Stirring under a blue canopy,
To be measured by your greatness!

Breeze, soft flowing,
Descended onto the grass from above…
Eternity! Enough for me to be such a breeze,
Endless, as are you!

Until earth parts from warmth,
And sun turns away its face,
Enough to be a tiny part,
But like you, universe, already great!

                                        1917