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Early in the morning the sun took a walk in the woods
with me and my father
my right hand in his left.
A knife flashed between the trees like lightning.
And I’m so scared of the fear in my eyes…
Contributor:
Amir Gilboa
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1953
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I wipe the dust off my books
with a small t-shirt, an old t-shirt
which was once my son’s. We have
more dust this summer than last,
and its composition is different…
Contributor:
Aryeh Sivan
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1989
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. . . My mother sits on a low stool and her head is slumped forward on her breast and her eyes are red. Evening is nearly upon us; and the memorial candle is burning on the windowsill . . .
Papa has…
Contributor:
Dvora Baron
Places:
(Neve Tsedeq, Israel)
Date:
1911
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The Mother enters, carrying the dead Child in her arms; approaches the pile.
The Mother:Hello, dead children.
I brought my son here.
He’s dead. He’ll lie with you.
Dead Children:You…
Contributor:
Hanoch Levin
Places:
Palo Alto, United States of America
(Tel Aviv, Israel)
Date:
1991
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How shall I bless him and what will this child be blessed with? asked the angel. Life—so it emerges from the song lyric—was among the options of the angel’s blessing. But after all, angels don’t exist…
Contributor:
Moshe Zuckermann
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
2001