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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SFERE, by MORRIS ROSENFELD Poet's Biography First Line: I asked my muse had she any objection Last Line: What joy can he find in the splendors of may? | |||
I ASKED my Muse had she any objection To laughing with me,not a word for reply! You see, it is Sfere, our time for dejection And can a Jew laugh when the rule is to cry? You laughed then you say? 'tis a sound to affright one In Jewish delight, what is worthy the name? The laugh of a Jew it is never a right one, For laughing and groaning with him are the same. You thought there was zest in the Jewish existence? You deemed that the star of a Jew could be kind? The spring calls and beckons with gracious insistence, Jew,sit down in sackcloth and weep yourself blind! The garden is green and the woodland rejoices; How cool are the breezes, with fragrance how blent; But Spring calls not you with her thousand sweet voices; With you it is Sfere,sit still and lament. The beautiful summer, this life's consolation, In moaning and sighing glides quickly away, What hope can it offer to one of my nation? What joy can he find in the splendors of May? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I KNOW NOT WHY by MORRIS ROSENFELD SIMCHAS TORAH (THE REJOICING OF THE LAW) by MORRIS ROSENFELD BY THE POTOMAC by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SHADOWS by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. TWENTY DAYS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT IN AN AEROPLANE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |
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