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A visitor came to the shtetl,
A stranger, with unrest in his step . . .
No-one recognized his unrest. No-one asked him:
“Stranger, are you weary?”
Across the blue sky the evening drew its curtain…
Contributor:
Izi Charik
Date:
1924
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Older people still remember it. Younger people know about it from reading our classic writers of the older generation: how Jews once gave much thought to naming a child, long before it was born and…
Contributor:
Moyshe Altman
Date:
1968
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Someone in a tales is walking your rooftops.
Only he is stirring in the city by night.
He listens. Old gray veins quicken—sound
Through courtyard and synagogue like a hoarse, dusty heart.
You are a…
Contributor:
Moyshe Kulbak
Date:
1929
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You, my dear, will survive me and remember.
How could it be otherwise?
—From a letter
Old people? What can you write about old people?
They barely feel anything!
—From a conversation
Contributor:
Dina Kalinovskaya
Date:
1980
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The city of N. is built in three rings. First ring: the marketplace at the very center. Second: surrounding the market, the great city proper with its many houses, streets, byways, back…
Contributor:
Der Nister
Date:
1939
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For some the now is good enough—
and that is fine for them!
But what shall I do
when I always
see before me
phosphorescent questions flashing:
Where?
Where to?
I am ready tired
of hovering,
of…
Contributor:
Dovid Hofshteyn
Date:
ca. 1919
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Year after year, that cruel monster in the heart
growing, sense of guardedness expanding.
Year after year—generations’ blessing
gouged like a needle into the body.
I have wrenched it with irons…
Contributor:
Shmuel Halkin
Date:
1927