Two letters signed by poet Uri Zvi Greenberg, relating to his boyhood friend Daniel Leybl, one sent to Leybl shortly before his death, the other offering condolences to Leybl's daughter following her father's passing. January-February 1967. 1. Letter addressed to Daniel Leybl, handwritten by Uri Zvi Greenberg. January 8, 1967. In this letter, Greenberg sends greetings to Leybl (presumably on the occasion of his 75th birthday) and apologizes that these greetings are handwritten and belated, on account of Greenberg's deep sorrow over the passing of his close friend, Miriam Margolin-Yeivin (1869-1966): " Every two or three days over a period of several weeks I came to Jerusalem to Hadassah [Hospital], as she lay unconscious: She couldn't die! Her heart, ailing throughout her life, from Vilna to Tel Aviv and Jerusalem (that is fifty years!) kept going, and persevered! " The greetings are somewhat pervaded by a mood of melancholy: "Please accept my greetings to you – truly from the bottom of my heart, although it's so very sad that a person grows old, that he can't return to his 'golden age' (which is in fact imaginary) of youth." The letter concludes with a four-line poem. [1] f. folded in half (2 pp.), 21.5X28 cm. Good condition. Fold lines and creases. Minor stains. Minor tears to edges, and minute hole at intersection of fold lines. 2. Letter of condolence to Leybl's daughter, the translator Gentila Leybl Broido (who went by the pen name "G. Aryoh"), typewritten with handwritten corrections. February 23, 1967. " After all, you were not yet born when I first met up with your father in Warsaw, in the youthful days of the Yiddish Renaissance in Galicia and the Ukraine […] and on No. 13 Tlomackie St. [headquarters of the Jewish Union of Authors and Journalists in Warsaw] … the reading of the handwritten copies of your dad's before they were published under the title 'In Grinem Lampen Schein' [Leybl's only published book of poetry; Warsaw, 1922] […] and the writng of his poems in Hebrew, in secret […] We were a generation filled with poetry, and there is nothing of the sort here today … The last of my friends in literary Warsaw! And there's nothing to be done to bring it all back ." [1] f., 27 cm. Good condition. Fold lines and creases. Minor stains. Small holes. Provenance: "Molad" Archives.