Maia Evrona
Hidden YiddishÂ
Perhaps there is memory growing out of oblivion,
a miracle happening on a journey,
as the nightingale sings an aching soliloquy
buried in the forests of Poland.
Maia Evrona would not dream of disturbing the mystery.
Perhaps there is memory growing out of oblivion,
a miracle happening on a journey,
as the nightingale sings an aching soliloquy
buried in the forests of Poland.
Maia Evrona would not dream of disturbing the mystery.
Language I taught myself with a textbook
that my ancestors learned in the womb.
Maia Evrona is a poet and prose writer, as well as a translator of Yiddish language poetry.