Succot, A Poem

by Marc Mangel

 

the corn is ripe and sitting

out there

with gourd and squash

alike

for it is the time when they

hope a hungry person shall eat them

 

let us take lulav and etrog

reminding of mothers and fathers past

and rejoice together

dancing over

newly mown fields

 

the clouds move slowly

overhead

and play with the night

as our mind sways in the wind

and the soft woods of the succa

ruttle back and forth

 

let us take the lulav and etrog

and the spirits of fathers and mothers past

and rejoice

with a high dance

over newly turned fields

 

October 1971