A twig alighted on a fence and dozed; <br />So do I sleep. <br />The fruit fell and what have I to do with my trunk, <br />What with my branch? <br />The fruit fell, the flower is already forgotten, <br />The leaves survive. <br />One day the storm will rage, they will drop. <br />To the ground, dead. <br />Afterwards, the nights of dread go on, <br />No rest or sleep for me, <br />Alone I thrash about in the dark, smashing <br />My head against my wall. <br />And again spring blossoms, <br />And alone I hang from my trunk <br />A bare shoot, without bud or flower, <br />Without fruit or leaf.<br /><br />Hayyim Nahman Bialik<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-twig-alighted/
