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Hyacinth and mallow was I to God: lifelong
Only this pure sun fills, for each, the earth,
And an angel urges: “Bud, child, and bring forth
Among the biting thorns, your festive song.”
The damp…
Contributor:
Saul Tschernikovsky
Places:
Odessa, Russian SFSR
(Odesa, Ukraine)
Date:
1919
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Is it any wonder that the sick are so pure and tender,
gazing across vast distances, seeing things that no one else does,
staying up at night, and smiling in the darkness,
as they caress their beds…
Contributor:
Yisroel Shtern
Places:
Warsaw, Second Polish Republic
(Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1923
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our lightless awful days are passing
splinters of memories prick our brains
daily our Creator beats us using both hands
we are his dry weeds husked to the core
for us fire is no fire for us it is…
Contributor:
Stefánia Mándy
Places:
Auschwitz-Birkenau, German-occupied Poland
(Auschwitz concentration camp, Poland)
Date:
1944
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Gen. 1:11: Tree of fruit producing fruit for its kind—Every tree is called a “tree of fruit,” and they all produce fruit, some for food and some for healing. As for the phrase, “producing fruit for…
Contributor:
Ephraim Solomon Luntshitz
Places:
Lublin, Polish–Lithuanian Commonwealth
(Lublin, Poland)
Date:
1602
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The little lightning bolt of Yemen flashed, despite the overwhelming darkness,
Spurring on sheets of dewy rain to the joy of mankind,
The rivers of Paradise are streams, watering the roses and the…
Contributor:
Shalem Shabazi
Places:
Taiz, Yemeni Zaidi State
(Taiz, Yemen)
Date:
ca. 1679/80
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Wide, open, free lay the land,
Extending to far horizons.
The sandy red tract stretches
Far and strange and lonely,
Bordered by low wild plants
And unknown herbs
With…
Contributor:
I. J. Schwartz
Places:
Lexington, United States of America
Date:
1925
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After Jehudah Halevi
How long will you remain a boy?
Dawns must end.
Behold the angels of old age.
Shake off temporal things then
the way a bird shakes off the night dew.
Dart like a swallow
from…
Contributor:
Carl Rakosi
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1968