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for V. Kaverin [Veniamin Kaverin, born Zilber, Soviet writer]
Contributor:
Lev Lunts
Date:
1922
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The end of summer is approaching and we can feel it. The days are still hot, but in the evening, there is a strange smell, the smell of leaves decaying and smoke, the smell of autumn…
Contributor:
Gonda Redlich
Places:
Theresienstadt, Protectorate of Bohemia and Moravia
(Theresienstadt concentration camp and ghetto, Czech Republic)
Date:
1944
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One of the comrades on sick call had a chat with an army guard. This is the account he gave:
“How stupid can you get, I ask you, what are the limits of human stupidity! This…
Contributor:
Erno Szép
Places:
Budapest, Kingdom of Hungary
(Budapest, Hungary)
Date:
1945
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The small town resounded with whistling and shouting. The smell of stewing, the smell of frying, the smell of boiling.
Mr. Dykhes had sold all his defective soap to the army.
Mus…
Contributor:
Boris Yampolski
Date:
1940
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Before Talpiot was built the King of the Winds used to rule over the entire region: and all his ministers and servants, mighty and stubborn winds, dwelled there with him and blew over mountain and…
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S. Y. Agnon
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Jerusalem, Mandate Palestine
(Jerusalem, Israel)
Date:
1941
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There’s a folk saying: “The way it goes with the Christians, so it goes with the Jews.” Many concessions were made to the goyim, especially in matters concerning the ghetto. The guards at the ghetto…
Contributor:
Peretz Opoczynski
Places:
Warsaw, General Government
(Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1941
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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…
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Kadya Molodovsky
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1935
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Seven continents, seven seas,
and two and forty years—
and torrid equatorial nights
filled with nightmare fears.
Open eyes, naked heart.
And draining blood from me,
mosquitoes buzzing, buzzing…
Contributor:
Melekh Ravitch
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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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Work, tradesmen, shops, the town is there
with old maids polished down by emptiness
on haberdashers’ threshold where the antique sun
brushes off jewels dusty with being looked at.
Dressed up for…
Contributor:
Benjamin Fondane
Places:
Paris, French Third Republic
(Paris, France)
Date:
1937