Kentucky – New Earth “3 A. Winter” – Part 1
That year saw a winter
Glittering with frost and heavy snows:
Alaska blew into the country
And birds, victims of the dry piercing wind
Fell onto the hard greenish-sparkiling snow
The rivers were ice-bound
And blue-green squares of heavy ice
were chopped from the wells
And melted in kettles for drinking.
The community was cut off,
As if with a white, flashing knife
From the surrounding world. The drifts of snow
Covered every road and path,
And all the train tracks.
Twilight played its game
In the cold, rose-colored evening.
The distant hills appeared
Locked in white woods.
Green blue shades looked coldly
Down upon the valley and the small settlement
Frozen in ice to the midriff.
Thick rose=colored hats of snow on the roofs,
Straight, slender columns of gray smoke
Rising from the hats
To the deep star-studded sky.
Later, the Alaskan breath abated,
And another wind blew in.
The gray sky descended,
And when the smoke from the chimneys tried
To rise into the air, the eye
Could not distinguish the smoke
From the sky. As if from a fine sieve,
Something sifted continuously,
Day and night. Neither water, nor ice,
It made the snow heavy, and the ice dismal.
When the ice-rain stopped
A pale sun shone.
Each tree was covered with glass,
Each branch of the linden, the chestnut,
And the small evergreen
Was covered with thick glass.
And from under the frozen prism
The black-green parts of the branches
Looked out in fantastic patterns.
At the slightest wind
The long, heavy glassy branches ran in the air.
Tree and sapling ben to the ground,
Roofs sagged under the burden
Of heavy, sparkling, ice-glass.
Work in the junkyard came to a halt,
Iron frozen in the ice
Smelled of rust
And its driving cold kept all away.
In the house the oven burned day and night
But the old house was cold and cheerless.
Thick heavy shield of ice
Appeared on the walls
Like infected blisters on a sick body.
In the pale light o day
The spread a dark gloom.
The gray beard elders on the walls
Froze and grew paler,
The thin-lipped old grandmothers
Grimaced, blue from cold.
Sarah’s lifetime—the span of Sarah’s life—came to one hundred and twenty-seven years. Sarah died in Kiriath-arba—now Hebron—in the land of Canaan; and Abraham proceeded to mourn for Sarah and to bewail her. Then Abraham rose from beside his dead, and spoke to the Hittites, saying, “I am a resident alien among you; sell me a burial site among you, that I may remove my dead for burial.”
גר ותושב, I describe myself first and foremost as a stranger, seeing that I have come from another country. Yet I also describe myself as a resident, seeing that I have lived among you for many years and I intend to continue to remain among you. This is why I am asking you to give me some place within your country as an inalienable place to be mine and my son’s after me. At the moment I ask for only enough to bury my dead.
Kentucky – New Earth “3 A. Winter” – Part 2
The Jew began to speak quietly,
In a voice hoarse with sorrow,
His pale lips scarcely moving.
His eyes pained and despairing.
His black chapped fingers
Pointed in the air and
Towards the corner where the pale child
Was lying, laid out on white benches.
The yellow light made a circle
Around the small head.
“My dead child lies before you. I look for a place
To bury my baby, my little one.
I am a stranger here among you.
May God help you you have till now
Been of help to me in my need.
Show your mercy to my dead one too.
Grant me a grave for my child.”
And his words with they
Trembling sounds touched all hearts;
Someone wiped a fresh tear,
And another kept groping
In his tobacco pouch
With thick heavy fingers
Searching, searching for what he could not find,
His eyes buried deep in the pouch.
For a while all was quiet and dead.
They heard the flickering of the death-candles.,
The Jew with his hands spread in the air,
His head raised,
His eyes red.
The neighbors, their white heads bare,
Bowed in the face of death.
And then the eldest of the neighbors
Stepped forward, stopped,
And in a quiet voice answered softly:
“The cemetery is open to you.
Choose a place there among the rows,
And dig a grave for your dead child.”
And the Hittites replied to Abraham, saying to him, “Hear us, my lord: you are the elect of God among us. Bury your dead in the choicest of our burial places; none of us will withhold his burial place from you for burying your dead.” Thereupon Abraham bowed low to the landowning citizens,*landowning citizens Heb. ‘am ha-’areṣ; lit. “people of the land.” See the Dictionary under ‘am. the Hittites, and he said to them, “If it is your wish that I remove my dead for burial, you must agree to intercede for me with Ephron son of Zohar. Let him sell me the cave of Machpelah that he owns, which is at the edge of his land. Let him sell it to me, at the full price, for a burial site in your midst.” Ephron was present among the Hittites; so Ephron the Hittite answered Abraham in the hearing of the Hittites, the assembly in his town’s gate,*the assembly in his town’s gate Lit. “all who entered the gate of his town.” So NJPS, with a note: “I.e., all his fellow townsmen.” Cf. 34.20; Prov. 31.23. saying, “No, my lord, hear me: I give you the field and I give you the cave that is in it; I give it to you in the presence of my people. Bury your dead.”
Kentucky – New Earth “3 A. Winter” – Part 3
The Jew bowed humbly,
His face expressed thankfulness,
And quietly he spoke again:
“Yes, one last wish. Like draw to like.
When my last house strikes
I would like my body to rest
Among my own, my flesh and blood;
Our faiths are different.
Yet we are all dust from the same dust,
And we all serve the same God.
And God will reward you for the favor.
I ask a separate piece of ground
To start my own cemetery;
And if I am destined to live
I will repay this enormous debt.”
Tears streamed from his pained eyes,
Running into the creases of his lips,
Losing themselves in the deep hair of his bear.
וַיָּקָם שְׂדֵה עֶפְרוֹן (בראשית כג, יז), דַּהֲוַת נְפִילָה וְקָמַת. דַּהֲוַת דְּבַר אֵינַשׁ זְעֵיר, וְאִתְעֲבִידַת לְבַר נָשׁ רַב. שְׂדֵה עֶפְרוֹן אֲשֶׁר בַּמַּכְפֵּלָה, מְלַמֵּד שֶׁנִּכְפְּלוּ בְּעֵינֵי כָּל אֶחָד וְאֶחָד, שֶׁכָּל מִי שֶׁהוּא קָבוּר בְּתוֹכָהּ, בָּטוּחַ שֶׁשְּׂכָרוֹ כָּפוּל וּמְכֻפָּל. אָמַר רַבִּי אַבָּהוּ שֶׁכָּפַף הַקָּדוֹשׁ בָּרוּךְ הוּא קוֹמָתוֹ שֶׁל אָדָם הָרִאשׁוֹן וּקְבָרוֹ בְּתוֹכָהּ. (בראשית כג, יז): הַשָּׂדֶה וְהַמְּעָרָה אֲשֶׁר בּוֹ וגו', אָמַר רַבִּי מִנַּיִן תְּנֵינַן הַמּוֹכֵר אֶת שָׂדֵהוּ צָרִיךְ לִכְתֹּב אֶת שָׂדֵהוּ וְאֶת סִימָנֶיהָ, מֵהָכָא הַשָּׂדֶה וְהַמְּעָרָה אֲשֶׁר בּוֹ וְכָל הָעֵץ אֲשֶׁר בַּשָּׂדֶה אֲשֶׁר בְּכָל גְּבֻלוֹ סָבִיב לְאַבְרָהָם לְמִקְנָה לְעֵינֵי בְנֵי חֵת, אָמַר רַבִּי אֶלְעָזָר כַּמָּה דְּיוֹת מִשְׁתַּפְּכוֹת, כַּמָּה קוּלְמוֹסִין מִשְׁתַּבְּרִין, כְּדֵי לִכְתֹּב בְּנֵי חֵת. עֲשָׂרָה פְּעָמִים כְּתִיב בְּנֵי חֵת, בְּנֵי חֵת, עֲשָׂרָה כְּנֶגֶד עֲשֶׂרֶת הַדִּבְּרוֹת, לְלַמֶּדְךָ שֶׁכָּל מִי שֶׁהוּא מְבָרֵר מִקְחוֹ שֶׁל צַדִּיק, כְּאִלּוּ מְקַיֵּם עֲשֶׂרֶת הַדִּבְּרוֹת. אָמַר רַבִּי יוּדָן חֲמִשָּׁה פְּעָמִים כָּתוּב בְּנֵי בַרְזִלַּי, כְּנֶגֶד חֲמִשָּׁה סִפְרֵי תּוֹרָה, לְלַמֶּדְךָ שֶׁכָּל מִי שֶׁהוּא מַאֲכִיל פְּרוּסָה לַצַּדִּיק, כְּאִלּוּ הוּא מְקַיֵּם חֲמִשָּׁה סִפְרֵי תּוֹרָה.
“As possession for Abraham before the children of Ḥet, of all coming to his city gate” (Genesis 23:18).
Rabbi Elazar said: How many inkwells are emptied, how many quills are broken in order to write “the sons of Ḥet”?
“The sons of Ḥet” is repeated ten times, corresponding to the Ten Commandments, to teach you that anyone who endorses the transaction of a righteous man, it is as though he fulfilled the Ten Commandments.
ויקם...מאת בני חת, All the townspeople had agreed to the sale of Efron’s fields to Avraham. They were quite keen for Avraham to own an ancestral plot in their midst.
Kentucky – New Earth “3 A. Winter” – Part 3
After he had chopped the little grave
Through heavy ice and frozen earth
In a remote rise of the field,
The well of tears dried up.
His eyes took on
Again the dry, sharp luster
When he lowered the child
Into the yellow pit,
And the first hard clods
Feel on the white boards,
A frozen, muffled sound
In the cold white stillness,
Only then did his wife find a voice.
Bent over the grave, she shook
With every new shovel of dirt.
Her fountain of tears opened
And her frozen voice broke through,
Forcing itself tearfully into the grave.
She vegged the child’s forgiveness
And struck herself on the chest.
The words poured from her heart,
“Run, my child, run,
And intercede in our behalf before the Holy Matriarchs.
Tell them of our hard bitter life,
And beg them to intercede for us;
That Yankee should grow up to be a good Jew,
That your father and your mother should
Not know sorrow and misfortune anymore.”
The grave kept filling up,
It was filled to the white edge.
The alien field stretched
White and quiet, bedded in snow:
Small white hills here and there,
Glassy crosses for headstones,
And fir trees that reflect
Coldness with their deep green and snow.
Over the white hills and blue valleys,
Over green frozen lakes,
Near yet far, a winter sky,
Hung quietly, trustfully,
A cold even sun
Cast pink signs up on the snow
From blue strips beneath white clouds.