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Hyacinth and mallow was I to God: lifelong
Only this pure sun fills, for each, the earth,
And an angel urges: “Bud, child, and bring forth
Among the biting thorns, your festive song.”
The damp…
Contributor:
Saul Tschernikovsky
Places:
Odessa, Russian SFSR
(Odesa, Ukraine)
Date:
1919
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After you, the killed of the Ukraine;
After you, butchered
In a mound in Gorodishche,
The Dnieper town . . .
Kaddish
No! Heavenly tallow, don’t lick my gummy beards.
Out of my mouth’s brown streams…
Contributor:
Peretz Markish
Places:
Kyiv, Russian SFSR
(Kyiv, Ukraine)
Date:
1921