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My day—
Is punctured like a sieve,
And ridiculed like a whim.
May winter whiteness blossom,
May autumns turn gray,
May summers whistle—
Become nightingales.
When a rye-wind
Would have twisted my…
Contributor:
Kadya Molodovsky
Places:
Warsaw, Second Polish Republic (Warsaw, Poland)
New York City, United States of America
Date:
1935
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It’s one in the morning. I’m writing this poem
in a train station.
What does poetry have to do with trains?
I came here unexpectedly
traveling the wrong way.
Telling the story is risky:
I was…
Contributor:
Aaron Zeitlin
Places:
Warsaw, Second Polish Republic (Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1936
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The first man, Adam, lies in the grass,
And spits at a passing cloud,
Humbly, the cloud says, “Adam,
Please, would you cut that out.”
But Adam sticks out his tongue
And…
Contributor:
Itzik Manger
Places:
Warsaw, Second Polish Republic (Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1935
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To be or not to be—that’s not the question.
Sense or nonsense—that’s my obsession.
For too long, Divine reckoning
has shredded human thinking.
The sum total of justice is a round number:
bright…
Contributor:
Aaron Zeitlin
Places:
Warsaw, Second Polish Republic (Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1936