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Where will you camp, O my ibex, for whom I yearn?
Where will you drip the droplets of your wine and your dew—O formidable one?
If you bring up your beauty to heaven on high,
You will dim…
Contributor:
Isaac ‘Uziel
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Amsterdam, Republic of the Seven United Netherlands (Amsterdam, Netherlands)
Date:
Early 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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I heard your voice, my love, and all my senses throbbed and my soul quivered in dismay. The light of my face darkened, my sun was covered with shadows, and my eyes streamed like rivers.
The arrows of…
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David Onkinerah
Places:
Salonika, Ottoman Empire (Thessaloniki, Greece)
Date:
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
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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
Places:
Rome, Papal States (Rome, Italy)
Date:
Early 16th Century