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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…
Contributor:
Ruth Whitman
Places:
Cambridge, United States of America
Date:
1980
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The door it opened slowly,
My father he came in,
I was nine years old.
And he stood so tall above me,
His blue eyes they were shining
And his voice was very cold.
He said, “I’ve had a vision
And…
Contributor:
Leonard Cohen
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1968
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Stones are stones.
Why did you say stones?
Why did you throw stones?
Why are you standing here, child?
What’s got into you to throw stones at soldiers?
Why aren’t you afraid?
Why aren’t you worried…
Contributor:
Dahlia Ravikovitch
Places:
Berkeley, United States of America
(Tel Aviv, Israel)
Date:
1992
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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…
Contributor:
Jerome Rothenberg
Places:
San Diego, United States of America
Date:
1989