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The girl’s eyes are the heavens of love, a robe of light and splendour in which she clothes herself. Even when they are hidden by clouds of tears, lovers, do not be afraid to come near. Do not fear…
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Immanuel Frances
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17th Century
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I saw your figure in my dream, gazelle, flashing like lightning. It gave light to my darkened eyes, and I saw that your face was a model of the heavens. The sun and moon are set in it, the stars and…
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David Onkinerah
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Salonika, Ottoman Empire (Thessaloniki, Greece)
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16th Century
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This is what he must have looked like,
Christ in the autumn, like me with my
twenty-two summers: still beardless,
blond, and the girls couldn’t help it,
dreamed of him night after night!
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Miklós Radnóti
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Szeged, Kingdom of Hungary (Szeged, Hungary)
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1930
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A lovely fawn inspiring awe and love,
Her eyes shoot darts that penetrate men’s
hearts.
Her lips are like a scarlet thread, a rose
Dotted with dabs of myrrh. Her face is
bright as…
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Solomon Mazal Tov
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Constantinople, Ottoman Empire (Istanbul, Turkey)
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Early 16th Century
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I will raise the matter of trimming the beard
He trims it away like leaven [on the eve of Passover]
He leaves only a small goatee.
One more…
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Unknown
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Prague, Holy Roman Empire
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16th Century
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O peerless beauty, veil your hair, lest you play havoc with the world, without lifting a finger! They are famous throughout the world, they ring in the ears of all who hear of them. The weakest…
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Judah Zarco
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Constantinople, Ottoman Empire (Istanbul, Turkey)
Date:
1560
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Why, death, do you tarry so?
Why does your chariot come so slow?
Old age has prepared for me
Every illness and complaint.
What good are my hundred years?
If such pain I undergo—
Why, death…
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Jacob Frances
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Mantua, Duchy of Mantua (Mantova, Italy)
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17th Century
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I have set this stone as a weight, not as a memorial, over my wife’s grave, lest (God forbid!) she rise from the dead and come back home.
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Immanuel Frances
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17th Century
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Aged woolen women, like old siddurim—moldy, mossy
Bound in coarse canvas;
Pointless bellies dangling after them like empty sacks,
Dried-out breasts, like horseradish roots, swaying back and forth.…
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Peretz Markish
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Warsaw, Second Polish Republic (Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1926
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Out of frayed sackcloth—breasts of filthy cataracts,
Like raw potatoes, branched with rooted blue veins.
What shall we trade? Salt? How much do you want?
There’s a dead child’s hat still here.
In…
Contributor:
Peretz Markish
Places:
Kyiv, Russian SFSR (Kyiv, Ukraine)
Date:
1920