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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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Song of My Indifference

For some the now is good enough—and that is fine for them!But what shall I dowhen I alwayssee before mephosphorescent questions flashing:Where?Where to?I am ready tiredof hovering,of flickering,of…

The Quest for Perfection

Indeed, our human situation now stands on such a low level that we need not look either to intellectual or to outside factors to account for its stumbling blocks or confusions. Nowadays, if one is in…

The Black Rooster

This story admittedly took place a long time ago and furthermore in a far-off land—in England, in fact. Yet in spite of everything, it is still important and worthy of being…

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…