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When I see Hannah in full light, when I remember Naomi, perfect in splendour—my soul is aflame for Hannah, my spirit is kindled for Naomi.
Here I am, sitting on the fence: Hannah, as of today, is my…
Contributor:
Wenceslaus Hollar, Immanuel Frances
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17th Century
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While the translation is formatted as prose, the original is a poem of ten lines.
Contributor:
Mordechai Dato
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16th Century
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Although a beautiful shock of golden hair swings across her forehead
And love finds nourishment in her eyes
The chaste Susannah never strays from the right path
And harbors not one thought without…
Contributor:
Devorà Ascarelli
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Rome, Papal States
(Rome, Italy)
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16th Century
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Please listen to my words,
Wise, honest, and beautiful women
For my riddle is complete:
Against your faithful crew [of women]
Old men
Raise your shame to the stars
While I protect you,
Defend you…
Contributor:
Judah Sommo
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Mantua, Duchy of Mantua
(Mantova, Italy)
Date:
1577
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A woman beautiful in every way
I give you—pedigreed, with every skill—
And all you want to know is what’s the dowry!
That’s not the way to think; that’s faulty judgment.
If you’d appraise her…
Contributor:
Jacob Frances
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Mantua, Duchy of Mantua
(Mantova, Italy)
Date:
17th Century
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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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Your eyebrow, dear, is like a charm
that draws to you life’s greatest joys.
Rounded like a bow, that brow,
or like a moon in half eclipse.
Your eye, beside it, is a pool,
all sparkle, like a…
Contributor:
Joseph Tsarfati
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Rome, Papal States
(Rome, Italy)
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Early 16th Century
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O you paragon of glory and grace, listen to the call of Papos and his cry! He is bellowing like a bull, braying at you like a donkey, for you are his cow and his she-ass. His heart is already parched…
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Immanuel Frances
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17th Century