Rachel Bluwstein - Published Works

Published Works

Poetry Books Published in Hebrew

  • Aftergrowth, Davar, 1927 (Safiah, ספיח)
  • Across From, Davar, 1930 (Mineged, מנגד)
  • Nevo, Davar, 1932 (Nevo, נבו)

Later Compilations and Editions in Hebrew

  • Poems, Davar, 1935 (Shirat Rachel, שירת רחל)
  • The Poems and Letters of Rachel, in Manuscript, Hotza'at Kineret, 1969 (Shirei Rachel u-Mikhtaveiha bi-Khtav Yada שירי רחל ומכתביה בכתב ידה)
  • Inside and Outside Home (children), Sifriat Poalim, 1974 (Ba-Bayit U Va-Hutz, בבית ובחוץ)
  • As Rachel Waited, Tamuz, 1982
  • Poems, Letters, Writings, Dvir, 1985 (Shirim, Mikhtavim, Reshimot, שירים, מכתבים, רשימות)
  • In My Garden, Tamuz, 1985 (Be-Gani Neta`atikha, בגני נטעתיך)
  • Will You Hear My Voice, Bar, 1986 (Ha-Tishma Koli, התשמע קולי)
  • Rachel's Poems, Sridot, 1997 (Shirei Rachel, שירי רחל)

Books in Translation

  • English: Flowers of Perhaps: Selected Poems of Rahel London, Menard, 1995, ISBN 1-874320-02-0
  • German: Berlin, Hechalutz, 1936; Tel Aviv, Davar, 1970
  • Spanish: Barcelona, Riopiedras, 1985
  • Yiddish: Winnipeg, WIZO U.S.A. and Canada, 1932
  • Buenos Aires, Kium Farlag, 1957

Individual poems have been published in Afrikaans, Arabic, Chinese, Dutch, English, Esperanto, French, Frisian, German, Greek, Hungarian, Italian, Japanese, Portuguese, Romanian, Serbo-Croatian, Slovak, Spanish, Ukrainian, Vietnamese, Welsh, and Yiddish.

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