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In winter, the rain beat down on the roof.
She said white was her favorite shade.
At hand he then gave her, his heart filled with joy,
A bunch of daffodils, fragrant and moist.
She laughed: “My dear…
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Uri Assaf
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1963
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I saw your figure in my dream, gazelle, flashing like lightning. It gave light to my darkened eyes, and I saw that your face was a model of the heavens. The sun and moon are set in it, the stars and…
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David Onkinerah
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Salonika, Ottoman Empire
(Thessaloniki, Greece)
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16th Century
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Where will you camp, O my ibex, for whom I yearn?
Where will you drip the droplets of your wine and your dew—O formidable one?
If you bring up your beauty to heaven on high,
You will dim…
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Isaac ‘Uziel
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Amsterdam, Republic of the Seven United Netherlands
(Amsterdam, Netherlands)
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Early 17th Century
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The girl’s eyes are the heavens of love, a robe of light and splendour in which she clothes herself. Even when they are hidden by clouds of tears, lovers, do not be afraid to come near. Do not fear…
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Immanuel Frances
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17th Century
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To the Conductor: A song of David.
The heavens declare the glory of God,
the firmament tells His handiwork.
Day on day utters speech,
night on night announces knowledge.
There is no speech and…
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Jacqueline Osherow
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Salt Lake City, United States of America
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1999
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Zimro, the son of Tovas [ . . . ] was very good-looking, highly intelligent, and a scholar. Now, the king loved him more than any other member of the royal household. He was the leading figure at…
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Anonymous
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1580/1585
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While the translation is formatted as prose, the original is a poem of ten lines.
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Mordechai Dato
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16th Century
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How can I hew out a song when the hammer of my senses is coated with rust? How can I play the lute when my hand is ensnared in fetters of fear? For my heart has entered the gazelle’s paved [palace]…
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Judah Zarco
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Constantinople, Ottoman Empire
(Istanbul, Turkey)
Date:
1560
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O living and terrible God, replace my prison, this round pit, by a full moon and a goblet. Pray, turn the darkness of my hell into a shining light, and this dwelling-place of dusk into an orchard, a…
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Judah Zarco
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Constantinople, Ottoman Empire
(Istanbul, Turkey)
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1560
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When I see Hannah in full light, when I remember Naomi, perfect in splendour—my soul is aflame for Hannah, my spirit is kindled for Naomi.
Here I am, sitting on the fence: Hannah, as of today, is my…
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Wenceslaus Hollar, Immanuel Frances
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17th Century