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Lately, there’s no trace left
Of Yankl, son of Yitskhok,
But for a tiny round dot
That rolls crazily through the streets
With hooked-on, clumsy limbs.
The lord-above surrounded
The whole world with…
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Jacob Glatstein
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New York City, United States of America
Date:
1921
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the poem is ugly & they make it uglier
wherein the power resides
that duncan did—or didn’t—understand
when listening that evening to the other poet read
he said “that was pure ugliness” & oh it was
i…
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Jerome Rothenberg
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San Diego, United States of America
Date:
1989
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We were too late. The pogrom erupted that very night, suddenly, like an exploding mine, and in my own neighborhood.
The first screams came to me confused, in a hazy dream. Then it dawned on me what…
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Lamed Shapiro
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1909
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For my child, today, it is so easy
to make the awful discovery, that people kill
and are killed: both things and people
speak the language of the red angel.
My child asks me: Why are people being…
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Aaron Zeitlin
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1930s
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[ . . . ] And we get out of their way; we move in the opposite direction, toward where they’ve come from, toward Petroshi.
And you see, they do not forbid it. And it may be that in Petroshi, where…
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Itsik Kipnis
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1926
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There are things in this country too—
And if they find no streetlamp pole,
There will be a tree—and that means clearly
That a Negro over twenty years old
May hate all things which spire
To hold a man…
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Moyshe-Leyb Halpern
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New York City, United States of America
Date:
1934
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When I crossed the ocean, I carried with me the habit of speaking to the shadows, and it became my way of life. I look up at the stars that were extinguished long ago. For me they still shine with the…
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Blume Lempel
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1970
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She was still upset,
she wanted to tell me,
she kept remembering
his terrible hands:
how she came, a young girl
of seventeen, a freckled
fairskinned Jew from Kovno
to Hamburg with her uncle
and…
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Ruth Whitman
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Cambridge, United States of America
Date:
1980
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Yakhne-Brayne [Reading slowly and with difficulty so that the words run together in a monotone.]:“And God caused the Temple to be destroyed and said, ‘I will remember your sins and you will devour…
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David Pinski
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1906
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A Young Jew. The weed of their hatred which has grown so tall
now turns towards us many heads,
many pointed petals and leaves;
what did they whisper to each other before the ikons,
and smile at over…
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Charles Reznikoff
Places:
New York City, United States of America
Date:
1934