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Hear O Israel, in the depths of our home
There lives alone the empty room
What will we do with it, that empty room
What will we do with it, that empty room
Shall we enter and shove ourselves between…
Contributor:
Rivka Miriam
Places:
Jerusalem, Israel
Date:
1994
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It is not a grave that opens up to us in this book, but a human heart. the memoirs that are now seeing the light for the first time would have deserved to be published a long time…
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David Kaufmann
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German Empire (Germany, Germany)
Date:
1896
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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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Dost thou sleep, my brother Abel,
That thou art so wonderfully fair?
Never have I seen thee
As beautiful before.
Does the beauty lie in my ax,
Or is it, perhaps, in thee?
Before the day is done,
Spe…
Contributor:
Itzik Manger
Places:
London, United Kingdom
Date:
1941
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The cartwheels rush,
quivering.
What is their burden?
Shoes, shivering.
The cart is like
a great hall:
the shoes crushed together
as though at a ball.
A wedding? A party?
Have I gone blind?
Who…
Contributor:
Abraham Sutzkever
Date:
1943
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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.
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Haim Gouri
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1958
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My sister sits happy
at her bridegroom’s table. She does not cry.
My sister will do no such thing:
what would people say!
My sister sits happy
at her bridegroom’s table. Her heart is awake.
The…
Contributor:
Abba Kovner
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1967
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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…
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Perla Suez
Places:
Buenos Aires, Argentina
Date:
2000