God Hid His Face
Selected Poems of RAJZEL ZYCHLINSKY
 
To Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata

White horses, 
black horses,
over a sleeping earth –
where are they going, the horses?

Where are the clouds rushing, 
restless dreams of ours –
where are the clouds rushing?

Sleeping are the plants, the animals –
never does the river 
sleep. 
It races eternally to the oceans, 
drives us nearer to death!

White horses, 
black horses, 
over a sleeping earth –
where are they going, the horses?

(1932)

Translated by Barnett Zumoff

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