Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE JEWS OF BUCHAREST, by EDWARD SYDNEY TYBEE First Line: Take heed; the stairs are worn and damp!' Last Line: Our coming lord hath deigned to wear. Subject(s): Israel; Jews; Oppression; Judaism | ||||||||
"TAKE heed; the stairs are worn and damp!" My soft-tongued southern guardian said, And held more low his twinkling lamp To light my cautious, downward tread. Where that uncertain radiance fell The bat in startled circles flew; Sole tenant of the sunless cell Our fathers fashioned for the Jew. Yet, painted on the aching gloom, I saw a hundred dreadful eyes, As out of their forgotten tomb Its pallid victims seemed to rise. With fluttered heart and crisping hair, I stood those crowding ghosts amid, And thought what raptures of despair The soundless granite walls had hid. I saw their arsenal of crime: The rack, the scourge, the gradual fire, Where priestly hangmen of old time Watched their long-tortured prey expire, Then by dim warders darkling led Through many a rocky corridor, Like one that rises from the dead, I passed into the light once more. And does a careless brother say We stir this ancient dust in vain, When palaced Bucharest to-day Sees the same devil loose again? Again her busy highways wake To the old persecuting cry Of men who for their Master's sake His chosen kindred crucify. There oft the midnight hours are loud With echoes of pursuing feet; As fired with bright zeal the crowd Goes raving down the Ghetto's street; The broken shutter's rending crash That lets the sudden riot in, And shows by those red torches' flash, The shrinking fugitive within. But here are tales of deeper shame! Of law insulted and defied. While Force, usurping Justice's name, Takes boldly the oppressor's side. The bread whose bitterness so long, These sons of hated race have known; Familiar, oft-repeated wrong That turns the living heart to stone. Still Zion City lies forlorn: And still the Stranger in our gates, A servant to the younger born, For his long-promised kingdom waits. O, Brethren of the outer court, Entreat him well and speak him fair; The form that makes your thoughtless sport Our coming Lord hath deigned to wear. | 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 LINES TO AN ANTI-SEMITE by EDWARD SYDNEY TYBEE CAMPUS SONNET: BEFORE AN EXAMINATION by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET |
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