Wow, with that last entry, the entirety of Metempsychoses: The Diary and Writings of Moyshe Varshe (vegn fun a neshome: togbukh, ferzn,...

Ovid Forgive, and bear it all happy. (source unknown) Fartsey, un trog alts iber dermutik. Shakespeare Forbear to judge, for we are...

(Note: Today's entry consists of Varshe's translation of the Polish philosopher Stanisław Brzozowski. Unfortunately, the latter is all...

(Note: The present entry consists of Varshe's translations and adaptations from Sex and Character (Geschlecht und Charakter) by the...

And if that is my alpha and omega, that all heaviness becomes light, all body dancer, all spirit bird – and truly, that is my alpha and...

[Note: Although perhaps contingent--the result of unfinished or sloppy work, of bad bookkeeping or so on--it seems apparent from the...

Translation 2: Marcus Aurelius (Note: This entry consists of Varshe's translations from Marcus Aurelius' Meditations. In this instance, I...

Gospels (Evangelium) (Note: The rvemainder of the books consists of fragments of Varshe's translation. It is remarkable the degree to...

Poem 18 - Parable of the Blind Man (Untitled) And someone with blind eyes comes before me And stands silent in the doorway. His eyes...

And maybe?...maybe?... The devil played me like Job, Smelled how the stink of prey from me arose; And then he reached out and touched my...

Who came to me in the silence of night, who came to despoil the radiant light Of my still childish vision? Who crooked my spine with a...

I ran out to the street. The street was still asleep In a black and burdened dream. Quiet watched the moon With a dead face, dead and...

In a long, insomniac night when I thought, in sorrow spirling, That it would never be--then, quietly, he came to me-- He brought me...

Poem 11-- Mother (Untitled) Mother, mother, poor old mother, Do you know that your son, Your only son, Is long since dead? And when you...

Poem 10 - Mute Resonance (Untitled)* In its fear of death my soul forgets That wordless resonance! Turning to dust without a word The...

Trees and houses floating, dancing, It all wrapped in haze, And in the gray dancing, streets revolve quiet, revolve crazed. A drowsy,...

Poem 7 - Black Sin (Untitled) Permit me yet to live my entire life kneeling at your feet Perhaps then you will forgive me my black sin....

Investiture (Untitled) God invested in me:* A pure, white soul, With a child’s laugh And with a child’s cringe, ** And two white doves...

A world is sinking, and she trembles, Trembles in mute pain, And from generations then to generations on, Quiet mourning carries on. The...

Poem 3 - An Eye (Untitled) And an eye, mutely staring, Keeps, always, always, its gaze set, And lower and lower sinks My accursed, tired...