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The World According to Itzik: Selected Poetry and Prose Itzik Manger Translated and Edited by Leonard Wolf With an Introductionby David G. Roskies and Leonard Wolf Yale University Press New Haven & London This book is dedicated to the memory of Uriel Weinreich, scholar, Yiddishist, and friend, who introduced me to the work of Itzik Manger —L. W. Contents Let Us Sing Simply Introduction POETRY Itzik’s Midrash Introduction The Sacrifice of Itzik I Praise Thee Lord Eve and the Apple Tree Eve Brings Adam the Apple Abraham Scolds Lot Lot’s Daughters Abraham and Sarah Hagar’s Last Night in Abraham’s House Hagar Leaves Abraham’s House Hagar on Her Journey Abraham Takes Itzik to the Sacrifice The Patriarch Abraham Gets a Letter Rachel Goes to the Well for Water The Patriarch Jacob Meets Rachel Leah Brings Mandrakes from the Field Jacob Teaches the Story of Joseph to His Sons Bathsheba King David and Abishag Abishag Writes a Letter Home Cain and Abel King David Songs of the Megillah Prologue Invocation The Song of the Runner How the Blessed Mordecai Found Favor in the Eyes of the King Queen Vashti The King’s Banquet Vashti’s Song of Grief Queen Vashti Being Led to Execution Esther Getting Ready for the King Mordecai Leaving Esther’s Wedding Fastrigosso’s Elegy Queen Esther Can’t Sleep Fastrigosso Dreaming The Blessed Mordecai, the Mediator The Queen Comes to the King Fastrigosso Has the Birds Carry a Greeting to Esther Haman Telephones Vayzosse, the Editor, at His Office Fonfosso, the Master Tailor, Delivers a Eulogy on Fastrigosso The King Ahasuerus After the Assassination Attempt Mordecai Comes to Queen Esther Wicked Haman Can’t Sleep Wicked Haman in the King’s Courtyard Fonfosso and His Apprentices Sew a Uniform for Haman Pious Mordecai Waits for Satan The Master Tailor, Fonfosso, Prepares to Fast Queen Esther, Fasting Haman Gets Ready for the Masked Ball The King Is Angry Haman Being Taken to the Gallows The Master Tailor, Fonfosso, Presides over a Banquet Fastrigosso’s Mother Lights a Memorial Candle Ballads The Ballad of the White Glow The Ballad of the Crucified and the Verminous Man Old-Fashioned Ballad Hospital Ballad The Ballad of the Man Riding to the Fair Ballad The Ballad of the Blue Pitchers The Ballad of the Necklace of Stars Erotic Ballad The Ballad of the Man Who Went from Gray to Blue Occasional Poems In the Train Baal Shem Satan’s Prayer Evening Saint Besht Like a Murderer With Silent Steps November At the Kolomey Station Twilight The Words of the Journeyman Tailor Notte Manger to the Poet There Is a Tree That Stands Rabenu Tam Reb Levi Yitskhok Since Yesterday For Years I Wallowed Epilogue PROSE Autobiographical Episodes Childhood Years in Kolomey At Grandmother Taube’s in Stopchet A Portrait of a Tailor’s Workshop Fiction Excerpts from The Book of Paradise The Tales of Hershel Summerwind The Story of the Nobleman’s Mustaches The Rabbi of Chelm: May His Memory Be Blessed Essays First Letter to X. Y. The Ballad: The Vision of Blood Sholem Aleichem, the One and Only Folklore and Literature Notes Let Us Sing Simply Let us sing simply, directly, and plain Of all that’s familiar and dear. Of agéd beggars who curse at the frost And of mothers blessing the fire. Of indigent brides with their candles who stand At sightless mirrors, forlorn, Each of them seeking the intimate face They loved and that laughed them to scorn. Of those who cast lots and who steal the last coin Of their victims with speech that’s obscure; And of wives who, deserted, curse at the world, Slinking away through back doors. Of housemaids whose fingers are worked to the bone And who hide from their mistress’s sight The morsels they save for the soldiers who come On their visits to them every night. Let us sing simply, directly, and plain Of all that’s familiar and dear. Of indigent mothers who curse at the frost And of beggars blessing the fire. Of young women in summer forced to abandon Their bastards on doorsteps, and quail At the sight of a man in a uniform Who is able to send them to jail. Of hurdy-gurdies that grind and grind In poor courtyards on Fridays all day, And of thieves surprised at their work who must Flee over the rooftops away. Of ragpickers picking their way through debris, Who dream of the treasure they’ll find, Of poets who foolishly trusted the stars Then promptly went out of their minds. Let us sing simply, directly, and plain Of all that’s familiar and dear. Of agéd folk who curse at the frost And of children blessing the fire.
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