Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TURN OF THE YEARS, by H. B. FRIEDLANDER First Line: How may we know you, year of all? Last Line: But you, the past. Subject(s): Jews; Memory; Past; Judaism | ||||||||
HOW may we know you, year of all? You come as others came, Night-sandaled, and your flying feet Set bells a-swing in every street But you are dumb. We run, unwearied travelers Still on the upward slope Of life, to take your strong young hand, To search, to dare, to understand Pilgrims of hope. You lead us on, you lead us up; We seek your avatar By fords of faith, the pass of tears, Peaks of delightO rest of years, You take us far! And then you go. We hear your voice, We know your name at last, You were the Future that we sought, And all the years may bring us naught But you, the Past. | 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 CURTAIN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO OUR MOCKING-BIRD; DIED OF A CAT, MAY, 1878 by SIDNEY LANIER |
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