I Know Not Why
I Know Not Why
Poem
I lift mine eyes against the sky,
The clouds are weeping, so am I;
I lift mine eyes again on high,
The sun is smiling, so am I.
Why do I smile? Why do I weep?
I do not know; it lies too deep.
I hear the winds of autumn sigh,
They break my heart, they make me cry;
I hear the birds of lovely spring,
My hopes revive, I help them sing.
Why do I sing? Why do I cry?
It lies so deep, I know not why.
Notes
By Morris Rosenfeld (1862 – 1923) - a Yiddish poet from Poland who settled in New York in 1886.
Thanks and Acknowledgements
Thanks to Monique Palomares for the illustration.
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