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Sample Sources

The sources below are those contained in our three curated collections—covering themes of Passover, Gender Roles, and Holocaust Resistance. They represent a fraction of the thousands of sources that will be available when the full site launches in 2024.
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My Palms Are Raised toward You

My palms are raised toward you, To the little light Which I still have in your eyes, And you—sharpen your teeth For the softness of my yellow flesh; And were this flesh to be thrown upon the field An…

Isadora Duncan

“Miss Duncan? The dancer? What is that—ballet?” No, it is not ballet. Missing here are the two predominant elements that make up modern ballet: there is neither dance technique nor women wearing…

Letters from the Ghettos

The two hundred and fifty letters presented here require no preliminaries or commentary. No human language is adequate to the task. Even the account of our people’s history, drenched as…

Haman’s Downfall

Mordecai:A Judgment Day on you and all the Hamans, today and forevermore— Haman:Amen! Mordecai, I think you and I will yet be good friends—yes, Motya? [Maudlin.] Come closer, Motya, and I’ll tell you…

The Only One in the Town

Meylekh Snitkever takes the heavy shears and looks at them silently. He holds them in both hands as if to weigh them. Then he shifts his stare to me, the muscles moving in his jaws, which are covered…

Silence, and a Starry Night

Silence, and a starry night Frost crackling, fine as sand. Remember how I taught you To hold a gun in your hand? In fur jacket and beret, Clutching a hand grenade, A girl whose skin is velvet Ambus…

Blessed Is the Match

Blessed is the match, consumed in kindling flame. Blessed is the flame that burns in the heart’s secret places. Blessed is the heart that knows, for honors sake, to stop its beating. Blessed is the…

On Literature and the State

Our state is young, with a girl’s years, just fourteen. Still without her shoes, as the poet says. But she seems old, many generations old. In these few years, old age has pounced on her. No one is…

A Common Grave

To the sacred memory of dear Shmulik and his comrades who fell in the battle to liberate Yeḥi‘amHe rose from the bed shading his eyes with his hands as if it was light although it was still dark. His…

Dudu

Across a red horizon evening descends In the breeze treetops tremble and sway As we sit around the campfire and tell Of a Palmach man, Dudu was his name He was with us on long exhausting treks We…