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Take me in under your wing
and be unto me mother and sister
and let your breast be my head’s rest,
home of my lonely prayers.
At the hour of mercy, at sunset,
list and I’ll reveal my sorrow’s root…
Contributor:
Chaim Nahman Bialik
Places:
Odessa, Russian Empire (Odesa, Ukraine)
Date:
1906
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While the translation is formatted as prose, the original is a poem of ten lines.
Contributor:
Mordechai Dato
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16th Century
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Eva and Olivia. A table set for tea.
Eva:Oh, Olivia, this dampness is terrible, every bone in my body aches. (Olivia lights a cigarette.) That is an awful habit.
Olivia:(Gleefully.) Ye…
Contributor:
Richard Greenberg
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1990