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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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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…

A Well in the Field

Shepherds had dug a well in the field but herds of others encircled it. They left, roaming the mountain trails, the shepherds who had dug it. Oh, oh, oh! Desert oases . . . the lanes of the herd…

Kol Hakavod!

At noon in the kasbah When the souk was packed I’d be walking around My chest toned and hard And they’d all be saying: What a guy And as I walked down the alleyways From every window…

Memorial Service

Crags in the mountains facing us are like bereaved mothers who long ago altered their image: dew does not slake them, the sun does not gild them. —How terrible their silence and where can we flee?— A…

The Language of the Third Reich

People are forever quoting Talleyrand’s remark that language is only there in order to hide the thoughts of the diplomat (or for that matter of any other shrewd and dubious person). But in fact the…

Hope against Hope: A Memoir

The death of an artist is never a random event, but a last act of creation that seems to illuminate the whole of his life under a powerful ray of light. [ . . . ] Why are people surprised when poets…

Blood from the Sky

The only garden left in our walled-up town was the old cemetery, whose earliest graves dated back to the thirteenth century. It was densely overgrown. Picking one’s way to its remoter corners meant…