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“You be the man. You lead!”
So his mother commanded him, taking his reluctant hands and putting them firmly around her middle. “Go on, lead!” She smiled at him. He could feel her breath on his face…
Contributor:
David Grossman
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1991
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In all these rotten shops, in all this broken furniture
and wrinkled ties and baseball trophies and coffee pots
I have never seen a post-war Philco
with the automatic eye
nor heard Ravel’s “Bolero”…
Contributor:
Gerald Stern
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1982