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My heart is with your dews, homeland,
At night, above fields of nettles
And to the scent of cypresses and wet thistle
A hidden wing shall I spread out.
Soft sand-cradles are your roads
Spread out…
Contributor:
Esther Raab
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Date:
1923
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O, if through thy eyes, like through sea waves,
My love could sail like a ship,
Long ago with full sails I would have boldly
Struck to your heart, like to the Holy Land.
If you light up for me in…
Contributor:
Antoni Slonimski
Places:
Warsaw, Second Polish Republic
(Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1933