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Literature and Poetry/

C.N. Bialik

The clouds are heavy

More for Hosanah Rabba

The clouds are dripping, the clouds ae heavy,

They cover the hot sun


And a starling twitters, twitters and says

The festival is finished, the summer is over


Willows – dead carcasses

Treading without noticing


And in the corner a widower and an orphan

A pale lulav and an orange etrog


And in the window peeping silently

A murky world, a desolate world

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