| Only a single ray | p. 3 |
| Summer night | p. 3 |
| Stars shine and go out | p. 5 |
| If you found | p. 7 |
| Summer is dying | p. 9 |
| At twilight | p. 11 |
| My soul sinks | p. 13 |
| Orphanhood | p. 15 |
| Do not, although | p. 19 |
| The secrets of the landscape | p. 23 |
| Eve | p. 23 |
| Jerusalem | p. 25 |
| All of a summer | p. 27 |
| Rain at night | p. 27 |
| Till evening | p. 29 |
| It has been long | p. 29 |
| Turn towards the end | p. 31 |
| Love was late in coming | p. 33 |
| He too will soon go away | p. 33 |
| In my great loneliness | p. 35 |
| Surrender | p. 35 |
| Tiny joy | p. 37 |
| Wrestling | p. 37 |
| The barn | p. 39 |
| At the window | p. 41 |
| The messenger came in the night | p. 41 |
| My dead | p. 43 |
| With gentle fingers | p. 45 |
| On autumn nights | p. 45 |
| Silently you stand before me | p. 47 |
| Waiting-rooms | p. 49 |
| A single and last carriage | p. 49 |
| Song of the great mind | p. 53 |
| I thirst for water | p. 55 |
| Song of earth | p. 57 |
| The hour is tired | p. 59 |
| Song to heaven | p. 61 |
| I have never been | p. 63 |
| Song of my people-forest, people-sea | p. 63 |
| A serenade for two poplars | p. 67 |
| Folk tune | p. 67 |
| Today I am modest | p. 69 |
| The monasteries lift gold domes | p. 71 |
| Precious stones | p. 73 |
| Wormwood has enchanted me | p. 75 |
| Day turns to evening | p. 75 |
| Lightly a slight shadow | p. 77 |
| Incredible splendor | p. 77 |
| Light, my light | p. 79 |
| The moon's brightness | p. 79 |
| Near the mill | p. 81 |
| There broke into my cell | p. 81 |
| Summer night | p. 85 |
| Moon | p. 85 |
| First smile | p. 87 |
| The mole | p. 91 |
| The spinner | p. 95 |
| The shadow | p. 97 |
| The householder departs from the city | p. 99 |
| Tel Aviv 1935 | p. 101 |
| In the Jerusalem hills | p. 103 |
| From my mother's home | p. 111 |
| A god once commanded us | p. 113 |
| Song of the strange woman | p. 113 |
| Not for a long time now | p. 117 |
| That poem I didn't write | p. 119 |
| Heavenly Jerusalem, Jerusalem of the earth | p. 119 |
| Toward myself | p. 123 |
| Night : and I am drinking | p. 125 |
| Words of oblivion and peace | p. 127 |
| The tired hunter | p. 127 |
| The eternal present | p. 129 |
| A little research in snow | p. 131 |
| From a late diary | p. 131 |
| A lesson in translation | p. 133 |
| A brief note from Jerusalem | p. 135 |
| Rain poem | p. 135 |
| With Walter and Amati | p. 137 |
| The crippled beggar | p. 141 |
| My father fought their way four years or so | p. 145 |
| Savage memories | p. 145 |
| All the generations before me | p. 147 |
| What drove young Joseph | p. 149 |
| The thoughts came to him | p. 149 |
| A pity. We were such a good invention | p. 151 |
| Half of the people in the world | p. 151 |
| Lips of the dead once thoughtlessly | p. 153 |
| The two of us together, each of us alone | p. 155 |
| The death of my father | p. 157 |
| Couplets | p. 157 |
| Not like the cypress | p. 159 |
| Don't prepare for tomorrow | p. 161 |
| Autobiography | p. 167 |
| The battle | p. 169 |
| Evidence | p. 169 |
| Roll-call | p. 171 |
| Ready | p. 171 |
| The mosquito | p. 173 |
| Balloons | p. 173 |
| The late author : snapshot in the rain | p. 175 |
| Ein Ieben | p. 177 |
| Winter's end | p. 177 |
| Seven | p. 181 |
| Failure | p. 187 |
| Six local poems | p. 189 |
| Life of a dead dog | p. 193 |
| Clockwork doll | p. 199 |
| Everyone's dancing where I live | p. 201 |
| Line of a poem | p. 203 |
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