THE SCHOLAR AS POET: Remembering Geoffrey Hartman (1929-2016)

YOMA   a previously unpublished poem by Geoffrey Hartman

Rain in the autumn, rain in the spring let it rain poetry, dear God, midrashic parables, rabbinic cliches, or, better still, the comfort of Psalms.

I kmow those traps, those enemies, Lord, ·help me in my old age, my distress: this day I stand contrite before you, eyes, broken images, ears, dimmed by unceasing sighs. Where is comfort to be found? No longer in the lai-lai-lai of prayersong. In all your holy mountain what survives not stained by cries for blood? Where now the numinous Jordan, the pure Helicon?