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“No I say; enough is enough! On their behalf I prayed, for their benefit I cried my eyes out. Enough! I say, no! May I be struck dumb if I will say one more word, not even my name, Gnesye.” She had a…
Contributor:
Rokhl Brokhes
Date:
1922
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Someone in a tales is walking your rooftops.
Only he is stirring in the city by night.
He listens. Old gray veins quicken—sound
Through courtyard and synagogue like a hoarse, dusty heart.
You are a…
Contributor:
Moyshe Kulbak
Date:
1929
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From other friends—poets, creators,
who are dear to me always,
I step away today,
Feffer,
and turn to you!
The battles still rage
on our literary planet
but it’s time to consider
the creative…
Contributor:
Aharon Kushnirov
Date:
1930
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Gray as a dove, toward evening, my grandfather came from the pasture;
He made up his bed and said a prayer of confession,
Then inwardly bade his farewell to the world
And closed his eyes, utterly…
Contributor:
Moyshe Kulbak
Date:
1929
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Who cares if eternity won’t know me,
if no one ever watches my footsteps—
but now, right now, when hearts are burning,
I come with fists in my song.
Of course I’d like to sing myself away,
to cry…
Contributor:
Izi Charik
Date:
1930
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arn-volf—parnes khoydesh (chairman of the kahal, the community council)
beyle—his wife
stere—his daughter
rabbi
first and second Dayen (judges of the bes…
Contributor:
Moyshe Kulbak
Date:
1936
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Stalinstan,
Stalinstan,
Who is present and on hand
From the Party,
From the Union?
Who was on his way
Somewhere else today,
When a chain of men caught him
And then brought him
To…
Contributor:
Izi Charik
Date:
1934
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Today, the world was unfurled once more and renewed.
The teeming earth, the whispering green, the swelling bud.
Everything shook, as the tense body of a virgin
Becoming a joyful wife might be shaken…
Contributor:
Moyshe Kulbak
Date:
1929
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Friends of my age,
My happy generation,
We strode, pained-pleased,
Through the wreckage of whole worlds.
Before the living and the dead
fell on our portion
Inherited old skins
of ourselves—and…
Contributor:
Aharon Kushnirov
Date:
1931