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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…
Contributor:
Ruth Klüger
Places:
Irvine, United States of America
Date:
1992
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There is only one question which really matters: why do bad things happen to good people? All other theological conversation is intellectually diverting; somewhat like…
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Harold S. Kushner
Places:
Natick, United States of America
Date:
1981
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For the past few years, both in France and Germany, I was awed by the valiant struggle of people who, though only recently liberated from indescribable cruelty, exhibited extraordinary powers of…
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Leo W. Schwarz
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1949
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Without Jews, no Jewish God.
If, God forbid, we should quit
this world, Your poor tent’s light
would out.
Abraham knew You in a cloud:
since then, You are the flame
of our face, the rays
our eyes…
Contributor:
Jacob Glatstein
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1946
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I weep for you with all the letters of the alphabet
that made your hopeful songs. I saw how reason spent
itself in vain for hope, how you strove against regret—
and all the while your hearts were…
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Chaim Grade
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1960
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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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For some reason, Galina’s mother had been turning up in her thoughts more often since the war began. Galina didn’t think about her with defiance, the way she used to before her mother’s death and for…
Contributor:
Lara Vapnyar
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
2003
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I am not lyric any more
I will not play the harp
for your pleasure
I will not make a joyful
noise to you, neither
will I lament
for I know you drink
lamentation, too,
like wine
so I dully…
Contributor:
Alicia Ostriker
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
2002
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Fish bones walked the waves off Hatteras.
And there were other signs
That Death wooed us, by water, wooed us
By land: among the pines
An uncurled cottonmouth that rolled on moss
Reared in the…
Contributor:
Louise Glück
Places:
Hopewell, United States of America
Date:
1987
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The Mother enters, carrying the dead Child in her arms; approaches the pile.
The Mother:Hello, dead children.
I brought my son here.
He’s dead. He’ll lie with you.
Dead Children:You…
Contributor:
Hanoch Levin
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1991