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And I didn’t have time.
Now it is certain
I didn’t have time.
Half my life.
It is now allowed
To be silent.
My shadows grow
With the stride of the sun.
I am the man
Who didn’t have time.
Contributor:
Haim Gouri
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1958
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When I was born, Robert G. Mehlman was at the peak of his glory. He was more than a major talent. But within five years there wasn’t much of that glory left, and my mother sometimes compared him to a…
Contributor:
Arnon Grunberg
Places:
London, United Kingdom
(New York, United States of America)
Date:
2000
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As a symbol of the past—all sadness and humility—my mother’s face swims up and rises before my eyes. Her eyes two black abysses, anguish peering from them; her lips moist and rosy, a smile always…
Contributor:
Dvora Baron
Places:
(Russia, Russia)
Date:
1910
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Mordecai walked home from the village on the path that bordered the forest. All the talk of the elders in the village chief’s house had intoxicated him more than the strongest whiskey. Under his…
Contributor:
Rokhl Korn
Places:
Przemysl, Second Polish Republic
(Przemysl, Poland)
Date:
1936
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I have a friend, a teacher, with shaggy hair black as pitch.
He has a child (his wife is still a child too)
and when he comes home, difficult and gloomy,
she runs to meet him, like a quivering wave:…
Contributor:
Chaim Grade
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1937
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Here I begin; listen to me, great and small.
Once there was a mighty king—as in the stories begun by girls. His peer in virtue was not to be found. He had a land that was stately indeed. He…
Contributor:
Elye Bokher
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1508/9