No more / Poem by Nikola Yozgof-Orbach

Poem by Nikola Yozgof-Orbach
No more
No more daybreak shall come in purple and azure
My country’s skies are red.
A heavy mist unfurls like a night’s blanket that heralds
Light on my decrepit home.
No more shall quite keep my Land, no green no more
Shall be and splendid in its grass,
No more the tangerine’s juice shall drop
From the lips of Girls
Hidden in the orchards.
The rabbi’s hoarse voice shall visit me no more
In my window when I’ll pray the Schararit
And his Talith fringes no more shall tremble
As painted by the brush in a masterpiece.

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