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He sings in the courtyard, clad in rags
A small, poor chap, a crazed Jew.
People drive him away, God has muddled his wits
Ages and exile have confused his tongue
He wails and he dances, weeps and…
Contributor:
Julian Tuwim
Places:
Warsaw, Second Polish Republic
(Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1926
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My day—
Is punctured like a sieve,
And ridiculed like a whim.
May winter whiteness blossom,
May autumns turn gray,
May summers whistle—
Become nightingales.
When a rye-wind
Would have twisted my…
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Kadya Molodovsky
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1935
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Pantel the wagon driver stretches out under the covers and sits up, yawning. The house is dark but a faint light is just beginning to penetrate through the peepholes in the shutter.
“It’s…
Contributor:
Ojzer Warszawski
Places:
Warsaw, Second Polish Republic
(Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1920
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Some sort of strange, humid day. . . . Some sort of day with a ragged sun and low, dark clouds, like threads of smoke, already happened once before in the past: in distant years long ago, when our…
Contributor:
Efraim Kaganovsky
Places:
Warsaw, Second Polish Republic
(Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1923
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Not far from Lódz is a small town called Brzezhin. It has been a town of tailors from the beginning of time. When it was under Russian rule, Brzezhin was a center for manufacturing cheap clothes for…
Contributor:
Henryk Erlich
Places:
Warsaw, Second Polish Republic
(Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1933
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Mordecai walked home from the village on the path that bordered the forest. All the talk of the elders in the village chief’s house had intoxicated him more than the strongest whiskey. Under his…
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Rokhl Korn
Places:
Przemysl, Second Polish Republic
(Przemysl, Poland)
Date:
1936
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Always, by the time the humid, breathless, summer night lifted its veil and a quiet, rosy dawn emerged, when some glimmers of soft, opaque light began to filter through the dried muddy, dusty window…
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Dovid Mitzmacher
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1926
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The question arises: How did my mother, who, with her first husband, the feldsher, resided in spacious rooms, with brass handles on the doors, come to be with Father, a village Jew who…
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Yehoshua Perle
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Warsaw, Second Polish Republic
(Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1935
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Aged woolen women, like old siddurim—moldy, mossy
Bound in coarse canvas;
Pointless bellies dangling after them like empty sacks,
Dried-out breasts, like horseradish roots, swaying back and forth.…
Contributor:
Peretz Markish
Places:
Warsaw, Second Polish Republic
(Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1926