Sheva Zucker: Candles of Song #5

Sheva Zucker, editor of Afn Shvel (On the Threshold), launched a blog of Yiddish poems about mothers in February, in memory of her own mother, Miriam Pearlman Zucker, who died on January 25 of this year.

Sheva has given Jewish Currents permission to post these translations, along with the Yiddish originals (and in transliteration) at our website. We urge readers to visit her blog.

This fifth poem, “My Mother,” is by Celia Dropkin, whom Sheva describes as follows: “born Celia Levin in Bobruisk, White Russia . . . lost her father at an early age and her mother never remarried. She had a high school education and began writing poetry in Russian while still a young woman and was greatly encouraged by the Hebrew writer U.N. Gnessin. When she was about 21 she married Shmaye Dropkin, an active socialist in the Bund party, and in 1912 she followed him to America where he had fled for political reasons. Between 1910-1926 she bore six children, five of whom survived, and around 1918 she began writing poetry in Yiddish. . . . Her books include In heysn vint – lider (In the hot wind – poems; 1935) and In heysn vint: Poems, Stories and Pictures, published posthumously in New York by her children. Her poems are remarkable for their sensuality, bold eroticism, and inversion of the reader’s expectations of traditional women’s writing.”

MY MOTHER

My Mother

My mother,
Widowed at twenty-two
And left with two small children,
Chastely determined
Never to be anyone’s wife again.
Her days and years went by quietly
As if lit by a begrudging wax candle.
My mother was never anyone’s wife again,
But through many days, many years,
Many nights, the sighs
Of her young and loving being,
Of her yearning blood,
Entered my childish heart,
Deep within me I absorbed them all.
My mother’s hidden yearning
Poured into me freely
Like an underground stream.
And now my mother’s seething,
Holy,
Deeply hidden desire
Spurts openly from me.

Translated by Seymour Levitan

“Itche’s Building,” artwork by Lawrence Bush. Celia Dropkin is in the lower left window.

מײַן מאַמע

מײַן מאַמע, אַ צווײ און צװאַנציק־יאָריקע,
אַן אַלמנה מיט צװײ קלײנינקע קינדער געבליבן,
צניעותדיק האָט זי באַשלאָסן
צו קײנעם אַ װײַב מער ניט װערן.
שטיל האָבן זיך אירע טעג און יאָרן געצױגן,
װי פֿון אַ קאַרגן װאַקסענעם ליכט באַלױכטן.
מײַן מאַמע איז צו קײנעם אַ װײַב ניט געװאָרן,
נאָר אַלע פֿילטעגיקע, פֿיליאָריקע, פֿילנאַכטיקע זיפֿצן
פֿון איר יונגן און ליבענדן װעזן,
פֿון איר בענקענדיק בלוט,
האָב איך מיט מײַן קינדערשן האַרצן פֿאַרנומען,
טיף אין זיך אײַנגעזאַפּט.
און מײַן מאַמעס פֿאַרבאָרגענע הײסע בענקשאַפֿט
האָט זיך, װי פֿון אַן אונטערערדישן קװאַל,
פֿרײַ אין מיר אַרײַנגעגאָסן.
איצט שפּריצט פֿון מיר אָפֿן
מײַן מאַמעס הײסער,
הײליקער,
טיף פֿאַרבאַהאַלטענער באַגער.

MAYN MAME

Mayn mame,
A tsvey un tsvantsik-yorike,
An almone mit tsvey kleyninke kinder geblibn,
Tsniesdik hot zi bashlosn
Tsu keynem a vayb mer nit vern.
Shtil hobn zikh ire teg un yorn getsoygn,
Vi fun a kargn vaksenem likht baloykhtn.
Mayn mame iz tsu keynem a vayb nit gevorn,
Nor ale filtegike,
Filyorike, filnakhtike ziftsn
Fun ir yungn un libendn vezn,
Fun ir bkendik blut,
Hob ikh mit mayn kindershn hartsn farnumen,
Tif in zikh ayngezapt.
Un mayn mames farborgene heyse benkshaft
Hot zikh, vi fun an untererdishn kval,
Fray in mir arayngegosn.
Itst shpritst fun mir ofn
Mayn mames heyser,
Heyliker,
Tif farbahaltener bager.