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Arab Halva—moist, sticky, fibrous. The taste tears across my lips like a memory. Within me Jaffa stirs, wakens from sleep; eyes and faces of Jaffa.
I am there, it is afternoon, a city half-awake…
Contributor:
Haim Gouri
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1971
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I have to hide the secrets that I learn from the alley cats.
First. That the Creation was far quieter than we assume. Second. The opposite reversal of things. The stripes in the lens. The thoughts…
Contributor:
Yoel Hoffman
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Jerusalem, Israel
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1995