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May the language of truth be established forever, or as the poet …
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Leone Modena
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Venice, Republic of Venice (Venice, Italy)
Date:
1622/23
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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…
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Moyshe Kulbak
Date:
1929
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The years have done their work. After a couple of years I appealed to the wife of Yuta’s son Uri to bring Iza to see her mother before leaving for the army. She is a fine girl from our village who…
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Yitzhak Ben-Ner
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1976
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Meanwhile Joy was telling me things about her life that I’d never known as a single-minded kid searching the neighborhood for a grape to burst—Joy was tossing into this agitated pot of memory called…
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Philip Roth
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1997
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Many years later, in London, Father was once again revealed to me in that long-ago evening in Ramat Poriya, sitting on the fence with the Kinnereth lying like a carcass behind him, but this time the…
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Haim Be’er
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1998
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Hush little baby. Forty-six years now
the night has rocked itself in my empty cradle
Now a gray head is rocked to sleep with the same tune:
Standing at the cradle’s head
No angel with two white wings…
Contributor:
Chaim Grade
Places:
Vilna, Republic of Lithuania (Vilnius, Lithuania)
Date:
1936
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This urn will be made of fired clay
Of native soil, from Poland, my country
In it are lodged the ashes of my parents
My brothers, daughter, and wife.
The urn will be simple, like a jug
With a small…
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Stanislaw Wygodzki
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1948
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With gentle fingers
The rain is softly
Playing sad melodies
On the black instrument of night.
We are sitting in the darkness,
Each in his own house
(The children have fallen asleep)
Listening…
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David Vogel
Places:
Vienna, First Austrian Republic (Vienna, Austria)
Date:
1923
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[…] I want to tell you about my brother’s ghost.
I had so looked forward to seeing him again: my Schorschi, my Czech brother, who had sent us a few postcards from Theresienstadt. But he wasn’t there…
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Ruth Klüger
Places:
Irvine, United States of America
Date:
1992
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Hear O Israel, in the depths of our home
There lives alone the empty room
What will we do with it, that empty room
What will we do with it, that empty room
Shall we enter and shove ourselves between…
Contributor:
Rivka Miriam
Places:
Jerusalem, Israel
Date:
1994