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. . . An empty street. An unfamiliar shack. A tightly shut gate. And hanging over the gate, over the dead street, over us all—a Cossack cap with a raspberry-colored band. A trail of smoke from an…
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Mark Egart
Date:
1933–1934
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One year later, a Sunday afternoon. The front room. jacob is giving his son mordecai [uncle morty] a haircut, newspapers spread around the base of the chair. moe is reading a newspaper…
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Clifford Odets
Places:
New York City, United States of America
Date:
1935
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Johannes pushed his cart laden with fruit and vegetables. He pushed with difficulty for his route lay uphill. Automobiles rushed past him, hooting insolently, demanding the road…
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Nehemiah Levinsky
Places:
Bloemfontein, Union of South Africa (Bloemfontein, South Africa)
Date:
ca. 1935
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Can you imagine the air filled with smoke?
It was. The city was vanishing before noon
or was it earlier than that? I can’t say because
the light came from nowhere and went nowhere.
This was years…
Contributor:
Philip Levine
Places:
Fresno, United States of America
Date:
1998
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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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Ay, a lifetime buzzed away . . . what is it, all in all? A dream, a short Friday in winter. . . .
Most people start to philosophize after a savory pot roast and a shot of liquor. Reb Nakhmen the…
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Yekhiel Shraybman
Date:
1973
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Dress me, good mother, in a glorious robe of many colours, and at dawn lead me to [my] toil.
My land is wrapped in light as in a prayer shawl. The houses stand forth like frontlets; and the roads…
Contributor:
Abraham Shlonsky
Places:
Haifa, Mandate Palestine (Haifa, Israel)
Date:
1927
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Yesterday, I dumped on my son the following story:
That my father was a cyclops and, of course, had one eye,
That my fifteen brothers wanted to devour me,
So, I barely got myself out of their…
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Jacob Glatstein
Places:
New York City, United States of America
Date:
1929
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In Brownsville tenements the kitchen is always the largest room and the center of the household. As a child I felt that we lived in a kitchen to which four other rooms were annexed. My mother, a “home…
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Alfred Kazin
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1951
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I have a son, a little son,
a youngster mighty fine!
and when I look at him I feel
that all the world is mine.
But seldom do I see him when
he’s wide awake and bright.
I always find him sound…
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Morris Rosenfeld
Places:
New York City, United States of America (New York, United States of America)
Date:
1887