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Had I fastened
The cradle on a rafter,
And rocked it—and rocked it.
My little son, my Yankl.
But the house has vanished
Into a fiery dome,
How then can I rock
My little son, my own?
Had I…
Contributor:
Shike Driz
Date:
1953
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[A room in early evening shadows. It is the room of a New York suburban working girl.]
[Time: The early Thirties. A bell strikes eight times, probably from the bell tower of a nearby church. Rosie is…
Contributor:
Elisa Lerner
Date:
1964
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Great was the joy in the mid-1950s in Budapest’s Klauzál Square, in the house of a widow with many children. Those lining up before her vegetable stand in the market saw her smile for the first time…
Contributor:
Gábor Deutsch
Places:
Budapest, Hungary
Date:
1997