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Abishag. Little, young, warm Abishag.
Shout into the street: King David is not yet dead.
But King David wants to sleep and they won’t let him.
Adoniyahu with his gang shout my crown off my gray head…
Contributor:
Jacob Glatstein
Places:
New York City, United States of America
Date:
1926
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On a wagon, bound for market
There’s a calf with a mournful eye
High above her, there’s a swallow
Winging swiftly through the sky
How the winds are laughing
They laugh with all their might
Laugh…
Contributor:
Aaron Zeitlin, Sholem Secunda
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1940