Classic and Contemporary Poetry
JEWESS, by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: My dark-browed daughter of the sun Last Line: Tis god's, not russia's, here to say. Alternate Author Name(s): Miller, Joaquin Subject(s): Jews; Jews - Exodus From Egypt; Jews - Women; Right To Asylum; Judaism | ||||||||
MY dark-browed daughter of the Sun, Dear Bedouin of the desert sands, Sad daughter of the ravished lands, Of savage Sinai, Babylon O, Egypt-eyed, thou art to me A God-encompassed mystery. I see sad Hagar in thy eyes, The obelisks, the pyramids, Lie hid beneath thy drooping lids, The tawny Nile of Moses lies Portrayed in thy strange people's force, And solemn mystery of source. The black abundance of thy hair Falls like some sad twilight of June Above the dying afternoon, And mourns thy people's mute despair. The large solemnity of night, O Israel, is in thy sight. Then come where stars of freedom spill Their splendor, Jewess. In this land, The same broad hollow of God's hand That held you ever, outholds still. And whether you be right or nay, 'Tis God's, not Russia's, here to say. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RABBI'S SON-IN-LAW by SABINE BARING-GOULD A LITTLE HISTORY by DAVID LEHMAN FOR I WILL CONSIDER YOUR DOG MOLLY by DAVID LEHMAN JEWISH GRAVEYARDS, ITALY by PHILIP LEVINE NATIONAL THOUGHTS by YEHUDA AMICHAI SOUNDS OF THE RESURRECTED DEAD MAN'S FOOTSTEPS (#3): 2. ANGEL ... by MARVIN BELL A CALIFORNIA CHRISTMAS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER |
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