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This poem expresses the idea that since today is the day when seats are set up [for judgment], since the Jewish people has declared the New Month, therefore we need to run to God and prostrate…
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Joseph Yedidya Carmi
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Modena, Duchy of Modena and Reggio (Modena, Italy)
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1626
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Only three exits are becoming to every woman, big or small. The first is when she exits from the womb, dirtied, as if from a deep swamp. The second is when she exits from her woman’s tent and enters…
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Immanuel Frances
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17th Century
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With devout accents, the beautiful Hebrew woman
Implored the exalted choirs for their grace,
Indeed, midst heavenly stars, in sacred fires,
She holds supreme minds happily in her grip:
Upon the sound…
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Sarra Copia Sullam
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Venice, Republic of Venice (Venice, Italy)
Date:
1623
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Enough of girls! I’d rather live alone
Than touch those reptiles, though they may be fair.
I’m sick and tired of wasting on the air
My strength and every penny that I own.
For once they’re mine…
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Moses Rieti
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Florence, Republic of Florence (Florence, Italy)
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Early 16th Century
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O age! Here’s something new that I have filled
With old, like fine oil in a flask.
A kind of verse to please men’s mouths and minds
I have invented for exploring love.
I provide a model of the…
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Judah Sommo
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Mantua, Duchy of Mantua (Mantova, Italy)
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16th Century
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Why is my back loaded with fine flour, while in my mouth there is no bread at all, but only straw? I drink well-water, though I carry wine. And the stick goes on fracturing my skull!
I live in rubble…
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Samuel Archevolti
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Padua, Republic of Venice (Padua, Italy)
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End of the 16th Century
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You who live secure
In your warm houses
Who return at evening to find
Hot food and friendly faces:
Consider whether this is a man,
Who labours in the mud
Who knows no peace
Who fights for a crust…
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Primo Levi
Places:
Turin, Italy
Date:
1946
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Son of fruitful Joseph, precious Ephraim,
child of joy, lush grove of magnificence,
you will exult and rejoice—for, with a vengeance,
the Just will arise over the House of the Barren
when the time…
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Moses Ḥayim Luzzatto
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18th Century
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O you paragon of glory and grace, listen to the call of Papos and his cry! He is bellowing like a bull, braying at you like a donkey, for you are his cow and his she-ass. His heart is already parched…
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Immanuel Frances
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17th Century
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I’m in a rage, so angry that I don’t know what to do
because of what just happened when I went out with a few
good friends to take a walk in town, this lovely Sabbath day.
We joined a crowd of rowdy…
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Leone Modena
Places:
Venice, Republic of Venice (Venice, Italy)
Date:
17th Century