On The Margins Of A Poem

The poem
that I chose for you
is simple,
as are all my singing poems.

It has the trace of a veil,
a little balsam,
and a taste of the honey
of lies.

There is also
the coming end of summer
when heat scorches the meadow
and the quick waters
of the river
cease to flow.


Anonymous Submission

by Jiří Mordechai Langer

Comments (1)

I am happy to read a poem by the author of the wonderful 'Nine Gates to the Chassidic Mysteries.' Jiri Langer was a friend of Kafka and Buber who embraced Chassidism as a young spiritually-searching student in Prague, and tragically died in his late 40s due to complications from a disease contracted when the British prevented his ship of Jewish Holocaust refugees from reaching the land of Israel during WWII.