Rivka Basman’s New Book: Eybike Vegen, Eternal Paths

It’s always a joy when Rivka Basman Ben-Haim puts out a new book. Her newest book, entitled “Eybike Vegn”, Eternal Paths, contains sixty-four new poems. Like every other book that Basman Ben-Haim has written, this book contains the art work of Mula Ben-Haim, the poet’s late husband.

One of the poems in this new book appeared earlier on this blog in its English translation.  At that time, the Yiddish original was only available in hand-written form. Now that the poem has been printed, I will attach a printed copy to the post containing the English translation.  Other translations will appear here from time to time, always accompanied by the original Yiddish.


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another recent poem

The following poem is entitled Baym Doktor, At the Doctor. It can be found on page 54 of Basman Ben-Haim’s newest book (published June, 2018) Eybike Vegn, Eternal Paths.  Below is the hand-written (not altogether clear) version of the poem, as well as the Yiddish original.

In it, the poet slyly complains that she cannot possibly use a walking cane because the (wood of the) cane is yet older than she is. While there is clearly an element of whimsy here, behind it there is a serious message: for the poet, it is crucial to remember that the seemingly inanimate wood was once a part of the natural world. And that part of nature was tampered with for human use.

What follows is the hand-written poem followed by the Yiddish as it appears in Basman Ben-Haim’s latest book.   Beneath it is my English translation:

,”דער דאקטאר זאגט מיר: “נעם א שטעקן

,זאג איך אים: דער שטעקן איז עלטער פון מיר

,ער טראגט נאך אין זיך דעם צעשייד מיטן בוים

די ווונד פון דער זעג האט אים פארווארפן

,פון בלעטערדיק בלייקע טעג

,געלאזט אויף דער ערד קאלט און אליין

ווילסטו, דאקטאר

?דער שטעקן זאל העלפן מיר גיין

ווען איך נעם אים אין האנט

פיל איך זיין טרער

,וואס קען זיך אפילו ניט אויסוויינען מער

– דאקטאר

The doctor said:

Get yourself a cane.

I said to him:

The cane is older than I am;

It carries within it the split from the tree,

the wound of the ax

which tore it from its leafy flowering days

and left it on the earth, cold, just one stalk.

And is this, doctor,

what’s supposed to help me walk?

When I take it in my hand

I feel it cry,

and now it can’t even do that- or try,

oh, doctor.

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one of the poet’s new(er) poems

The poem below, entitled “Arum dem refreyn”, “About that refrain”, is another one of Basman Ben-Haim’s musings on the nature of time. This is a subject that has preoccupied her over the years; this poem is only one of many of hers on that theme.

The poem has two sections. the first, entitled “About that refrain”, and given an א in the manuscript, is the general observation that events time do not (as the popular song would have us believe) roll away: they stay with us in our memory and are ever present in our psyches. The second section, entitled “The first painting” and given a ב in the manuscript, is a retelling of the first painting that Mula Ben-Haim, the poet’s late husband, made while the couple lived in Kibbutz Ha-Ma’apil.

The PDF you see here is what I received from the poet. It is a photo-copy of the hand-written original. Written in April of 2016,  it has not yet been published. The PDF below is followed by my English translation:

arum dem refreyn

About that Refrain


I remember the refrain of the song

“What was, was and is gone”.

And I don’t agree.

What was is with us still.

It’s there clothed differently

With a different face

In a different place

And yet in the depths

Of feelings and words

In the most concealed earth

The gentle touch infuses

As a drop of elixir does with life.

It encourages a step

And represses a tear.

In the deepest sense –

All that was

Still breathes in me.


The First Painting


I’ve just come from the field

I bring you a bunch of flowers

And you, brush in hand

Smooth over colors,

Preserve the sunset

In each flower –

I see how the flowers

Bloom once again in your hand

As though nothing at all

Ever vanished on land.

28.4. 2016


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French and English translations of the poetry of Rivka Basman Ben-Haim

The French-language poet and translator, Sabine Huynh has put on the Internet her own translations of Basman Ben-Haim’s poetry alongside my English translations. This is the link to her site:



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The Thirteenth Hour

2016 saw the publication of yet another dual-language collection of Basman Ben-Haim’s poetry.  This time it was a Yiddish-English collection entitled, “The Thirteenth Hour”. The book’s publisher is MayApple Press, and the English translations are mine. The title of the book was taken from one of the poet’s Yiddish books, a book  written after the death of the poet’s husband. The expression is used to mean “not timely”. However the poet intended it, my own feeling was for all that the English-speaking world waited a long time for a book of Basman Ben-Haim’s poetry in English, I was delighted that the poet lived to see the publication of a book that could reach a wider audience.

Here is a link to the web-page for that book:

The Thirteenth Hour – Rivka Basman Ben-Haim, translated from the Yiddish by Zelda Kahan Newman

I was invited to speak at the Library of Congress about the poet, her work and my book. Here is a link to the web-cast of that talk:


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The Smile of a Tree

The Smile of a Tree

In 2016, Rivka Basman Ben-Haim put out a dual-language, Yiddish-Hebrew book entitled Der Shmeykhl fun a Boym,  The Smile of a Tree. Its Hebrew translators were Hamutal Bar Yosef, Yehudah Gur-Aryeh, Asher Gal, Roy Greenvald, Benny Mer and the late Shalom Lurie.

For the poet, the past is ever-present. She recalls the days in a labor camp, when “a good word” was “bread”, but also how, in the eyes of the curious youngsters she taught in kibbutz Ha-Ma’apil, she found “the path to the land of the living”. Some of the poems in this book are pure ars poetica.  Others are portraits of the now living as well as those who live on in her memory. In a sly tone of self-mockery, she sees herself as others see her: “the silent old lady/who writes Yiddish poems for herself”.  She lives very much in the moment, enjoying “the smile of a tree”, living “in the beauty and glory” of Hebrew, even as she totally breathes “in the loneliness of Yiddish”.

Every one of the poets’s books had in them illustrations of the work of her late husband, the artist Mula Ben-Haim.  This book is no exception. Immediately after the front cover there is a full-color reproduction of a painting entitled “Figure of a Sitting Woman”, and the front cover itself has a photo reproduction of a vase of blue flowers. To see the front cover, click on the link below:

scan of Der Shmeykhl fun a Boym

Appropriately, the poet dedicates her book to her husband, The dedication reads: “To Mula, with you in the breath of a poem”.

Here is the title poem in the Yiddish:

Der Shmeykhl fun a Boym

And here is my English translation of that poem:

The Smile of a Tree

The smile of a tree –

its fruit

which sweetens my mood.

I taste its juice

and thank it with a poem.


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Rivka Basman Reciting “Vayskayt”

a vayskayt for blog

Rivka Basman Ben- Haim delighted in Kadya Molodowsky’s poetry when she herself was a schoolgirl in pre-WWII Lithuania.  After WWII,  when Molodowsky edited a collection of poems on the Holocaust (entitled Lider Fun Khurbn, Poems of/from the Holocaust), one of Basman Ben-Haim’s poems was chosen for the anthology.

It is no accident that Basman Ben-Haim dedicated a poem entitled “A Whiteness” to Kadya Molodowsky. White was Molodowsky’s color of choice. It was the color of the “wings of a dream” ( “un khaloymes…./…mit vayse fligl“, and dreams with white wings. See Paper Bridges, pp. 110-111),  and joy and whiteness whiteness were intertwined in her psyche, (“vayse lider fun mayn glik“, white poems of my joy. See Paper Bridges, pp. 114- 115.)

The two women poets met and got to know each other in the early 1950s when Molodowsky lived in Tel Aviv and Basman Ben-Haim, on kibbutz Ha-Ma’apil.  Basman Ben-Haim could not have known that in a letter written while she was in Israel, Molodowsky told a friend that she was getting browbeaten for “living well with the Almighty”. Of course, as Molodowsky herself said (on a different occasion) to live well with someone is to argue with them.  And she had serious arguments with the God of Israel.

As I understand it “A Whiteness” is Basman Ben-Haim’s rejoinder to  Molodowsky’s poem “El Chanun“, Grace-granting God. In “El Chanun“, Molodowsky railed against the Jewish God: “Choose another people”, she cried out. Coming in the wake of the Holocaust, Molodowsky’s anger is understandable. Her friends, her younger brother, his wife and their baby were murdered. She was bereft. Basman Ben-Haim, herself a Holocaust survivor. does not meet Molodowsky on these grounds. Instead, she reminds Molodowsky of the beauty of the natural world, and rhetorically asks: “Is God not there as well?”


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Clarification: I have (most unwittingly) done the poet a dis-service by labeling her a “holocaust survivor”. While there is no doubt that Rivka Basman Ben-Haim is a holocaust survivor, and that this experience lurks under the surface at all times, it does not  and should not define her.  Any one who will read the articles in the following posts, listen to the recordings below, and/or read the texts below, will see that Rivka Basman Ben-Haim has done many things since those years.  Her poems are about eveything and anything, and are by no means limited to this one theme.

This winter Rivka Basman Ben-Haim published a new book called Liederheym,

Poem(s)-home.  Below is its front cover

Front Cover Rivka Basman Ben-Hayim’s New Book 2013

Front page of Liederheym


Below is a photo of Rivka reading from her new book at the book launching.

(Photo- courtesy of Bella Bryks-Klein):

photo of Basman at book launching

Here are 10 poems from that book- first a recording, then the Yiddish and the English.  On some screens, the English version is not formatted properly.  If you do not get a properly formatted version for theEnglish translation, click on the hyperlink to get Word file.  If the file still does not appearproperly formatted, you maybe using the Chrome browser.  In that case, use Internet Explorer as your browser, and all will be well.

liederheym page 8 Di Kroyveshaft -recording

Liederheym p. 8 di kroyveshaftHow to explain                                                                         The intimacy                                                                      Between Yiddish and Hebrew?                                       Perhaps the way Yiddish breathes deeply                              Into a Hebrew word,                                                            Warms up the letters,                                                           Gives them a softer step.

And then when Yiddish                                                          Tells Hebrew about                                                                Her tears-                                                                                    Both languages pray                                                              The identical prayer                                                                    To God.

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Liederheym page 8 English translation

liederheym page 10 Tsu Zikh– To Myself- recording

Liederheym page 10 YiddishFirst be in the poem                                                        Entirely within the poem                                             Immersed from head to feet                                               Then swallow the poem                                                           Like sunny oranges                                                               Bitter-sweet.



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Liederheym page 10 English translation

liederheym page 12 Di Shtekhers The Thorns- recording

Liederheym page 12 YiddishThe thorns                                                                           That’ve withered                                                                       Lose their sharpness,                                                           They shrink                                                                                   And they soften-                                                                        So old age shows                                                          Everyone                                                                                     Its mark.

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Liederheym page 12– English translation

liederheym page 14 Mit Lider fun Yung Yisroel With Poems of “Yung Yisroel”- recording

Liederheym page 14 YiddishI was fated                                                                                   To inhale your breath                                                                 I was fated to sink                                                                     Into your song-                                                                            An old-young                                                                               A salty-sweet                                                                                A true-dream-like                                                                    And I read your verse                                                            And I long-for and speak to you                                             And am silent.

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Liederheym page 14 English

liederheym page 15 Nokhn Shturm After the Storm recording

Liederheym page 15 Yiddish

Let the words play                                                                     Let them be happy with a dream,                                      Don’t show them the color of your will,                           Don’t remember past days.

Let them create worlds                                                         Which come with flowers to greet                                          An unmasked reality,                                                                   A reality that’ll never feel pained.

Let the words play                                                                       As calm follows a storm                                                             Your wind-swept will becomes calm                                       Trust those words and believe them.                                                                                                 Let them play.

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Liederheym page 15 English

liederheym page 17 A Vort A Word -recording

Liederheym p17 better YiddishA word                                                                                        Is an apple                                                                                 A plum                                                                                      And a dream.

A word can drive-out                                                          And bring home                                                                         In peace.

A word                                                                                           Is spring                                                                                  And winter                                                                                And snow.

A word                                                                                                                                                Strokes                                                                                                                                                 And hurts.

A word                                                                                                                                                      Is an apple                                                                                                                                                A plum                                                                                                                                                 And a dream.

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Liederheym page 17 English translation

liederheym page 19 Di Goldene Keyt recording

The “Golden Chain”

Liederheym page 19 YiddishIt often happens                                                                      That I ride by                                                                             The entrance                                                                                    Of the former “Golden Chain”                                                Where Avrohom                                                                Gathered Yiddish words                                                              As rare pearls,                                                                            And Alexander                                                                         With great dedication                                                      Arranged them on the pages.

Pages of Yiddish words                                                    Smiling and teary                                                           Thought-through by generations,                                  Yiddish words like bees                                                                                                                Which seek a flowering spot.

And on-the-way sting the Hebrew city                                                                                        With a reclaimed,                                                                                                                              Lost                                                                                                                                                 Yiddish word.

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Liederheym page 19 English translation

liederheym page 22 In Veg On the Road- recording

Liederheym  page 22 YiddishLonely people don’t rush,                                                    Don’t hurry,                                                                           They walk step-by-step,                                                         Let all pass them by,                                                         They’ve time to see a blade of grass                                        A tree, a leaf.                                                                           And they tell the wind                                                         What they once had-                                                                 So the wind lingers a moment                                            And writes it down on the leaves                                          Word for word….

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Liederheym page 22 English translation

liederheym page 24 A Hunt Hot Mikh Arumgekukt  A Dog Looked Me Over – recording:

Liederheym page 24 YiddishA dog looked me over                                                            Began to accompany me                                                          As though he were searching                                                      Not for me but someone else.

While walking he sensed                                                              I was not that other                                                                   So he lowered his head                                                         And stopped accompanying.

That same thing happened to me                                             I thought it was you                                                                 And with a quiet “oy” asked                                                  How exactly do I get to-

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Liederheym page 24 English translation

liederheym page 50 In Shpigl In the Mirror- recording

Liederheym page50 YiddishYou are yourself-                                                                        No one else.                                                                         What’s different is the time                                               Which encircles you,                                                             This is you.

The same loves                                                                              Nest in  you                                                                              The same thoughts                                                       Accompany your step                                                            And the same consolation                                               Which comes bloodied                                                        From the struggle                                                                 Writes your poem.

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Liederheym page 50 English translation

liederheym page 17 A Vort A Word


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Rivka Basman’s eulogy for her husband

Rivka Basman Ben-Hayim’s eulogy for her husband

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Mula Ben-Haim and Rivka Basman

Mula Ben-Haim and Rivka Basman

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