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A Gift to Hofshteyn
Contributor:
Aharon Kushnirov
Date:
1922
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[Enter the actor playing Mario Farucci]
Actor:Later. The cellar. After the funeral service for Paolo Farucci. After Don Leonardo has suddenly been taken to hospital. Night. [Exit]
[Dim light…
Contributor:
Nissim Aloni
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Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1975
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The parting was not long in coming. My father died two months before I turned six.
To this day, I go to him at difficult times. Mostly to complain that he abandoned me. The handful of memories that he…
Contributor:
Shimon Sandbank
Places:
Jerusalem, Israel
Date:
2004
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All those things whose names I hushed
in secret, I meet in the night’s abyss.
I face the dark. Alert, remembering. Silently,
again I’ll let you in—my friends, my beloved dead.
And here you are as…
Contributor:
Leah Goldberg
Places:
Tel Aviv, Mandate Palestine (Tel Aviv, Israel)
Date:
1943
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On the other side of the poem there is an orchard,
and in the orchard, a house with a roof of straw,
and three pine trees,
three watchmen who never speak, standing guard.
On the other side of the…
Contributor:
Rokhl Korn
Places:
Montreal, Canada
Date:
1962
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The word of the Lord came to me: O mortal, I am about to take away the delight of your eyes from you through pestilence; but you shall not lament or weep or let your tears flow. Moan softly…
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At three in the morning, Rabbi Sholem Tuvim returned home from visiting his sick father. His father was in great need of comfort, and he, Reb Sholem, would have stayed by him the entire night if the…
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Joseph Opatoshu
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New York City, United States of America
Date:
1928
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I dream that I’m standing in the doorway of my house, and I hear shouts, but I don’t want to go in. I’m eleven years old, and my hair is braided down my back.
A man asks me in the language of my…
Contributor:
Perla Suez
Places:
Buenos Aires, Argentina
Date:
2000
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Even after the mourning period was over, when the flat was finally empty and my father and I locked the door and were alone together, we hardly talked to one another. Except about the most essential…
Contributor:
Amos Oz
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Arad, Israel
Date:
2002
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And I didn’t have time.
Now it is certain
I didn’t have time.
Half my life.
It is now allowed
To be silent.
My shadows grow
With the stride of the sun.
I am the man
Who didn’t have time.
Contributor:
Haim Gouri
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1958