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  • Writer's pictureCorbin Allardice

Nadirism 173: Something or Other

173rd Nadirism (From the Depths/mima’amakim)


I threw away something or other

With my own hands, these two.

To this day I hear it falling,

No matter where I go or what I do.


Kh’hob epes azoyns farvorfn

Mit di eygene hent di tsvey.

Kh’her es nokh itster faln

Vi ikh shtey un gey.


Excerpted from the poem Something or Other


Something or Other


I forgot something or other

I don’t remember what or when.

I only remember that it sparkled

Like some crystal portend.


I lost something or other

Which wasn’t small nor great.

Now I’m groping in my bags:

Where nothing’s out of place.


I came too late to something or other

Which is never again to be:

Perhaps it was my misery?

Perhaps my bitter glee?


I threw away something or other

With my own hands, these two.

To this day I hear it falling,

No matter where I go or what I do.


I remembered something or other

Gleaming like a tear set in a ring:

It’s long since entered my present,

And now it doesn’t mean a thing.


Epes Azoyns


Kh’hob epes azoyns fargesn,

Gedenk nit vos un ven.

Kh’gedekn nor s’hot gefinklt

Un dimendik gebrent.


Kh’hob epes azoyns farloyrn

Vos iz nit kleyn, nit groys.

Ikh tap in ale tashn:

Es felt mir gornit oys.


Kh’hob epes azoyns farshpetik

Vos kumt shoyn keynmol krik:

Filaykht mayn biter umglik?

Filaykht mayn troyerik glik?


Kh’hob epes azoyns farvorfn

Mit di eygene hent di tsvey.

Kh’her es nokh itster faln

Vi ikh shtey un gey.


Kh’hob epes azoyns dermont zikh

Vos hot, vi a trer, geglit:

Es iz shoyn lang in dem do,

Itst meynt es gornit nit.



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