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Behold her blood flows in my blood,
Behold her voice within me sings—
Raḥel the herder of Laban’s sheep,
Raḥel—mother’s mother.
And so the house is too constricting for me
And the city—alien,
For…
Contributor:
Rakhel (Rachel Bluwstein)
Places:
Kevutsat Degania, Mandate Palestine
(Deganya Alef, Israel)
Date:
1927
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I always thought
I had been here before.
Each year of my patched-up life
I mended the fabrics
of my decrepit, tattered world.
In memory I recognized faces and smiles,
even my father and mother…
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Jacob Glatstein
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1943
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I was sitting next to Brodsky, and Sonnenshein was sitting opposite us, near the back of the truck. From the moment we had crossed into Germany, something had happened to him. His pipe never left his…
Contributor:
Hanoch Bartov
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1965
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These nocturnal passenger trains in wartime have their own peculiar sounds. The deportation wagons have a way of screeching, like an eagle or a vulture—whereas this kind of train whines and groans as…
Contributor:
Béla Zsolt
Places:
Budapest, Hungarian Republic
(Budapest, Hungary)
Date:
1947
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I’m seeking you, Isbilia, my sultana, on the cloudy circle of water where I spread my glance to pierce your reflection, somewhere, between the foam and the wave, on the crest of imperceptible…
Contributor:
Albert Bensoussan
Date:
1970
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When I crossed the ocean, I carried with me the habit of speaking to the shadows, and it became my way of life. I look up at the stars that were extinguished long ago. For me they still shine with the…
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Blume Lempel
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1970
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It’s hard to imagine Uncle Silvester making Uncle Pucho eat soap.
Uncle Silvester was always a man of principles.
As proof, there’s the story…
Contributor:
Ana María Shua
Places:
Buenos Aires, Argentina
Date:
1994
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Something is wrong between me and the story I want to write. Whatever subject I touch on, after five or four, sometimes even two pages, either the story throws me out or I throw myself out. As if I…
Contributor:
Monika Maron
Places:
Berlin, Germany
Date:
1999
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Credo in a kind of
American jewish Hamlet-like
bagel, too round for action
yet leavened enough by contact
with the near-dead past—you call it
landscape, I call it history—to provide
a layered vantage…
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Bob Perelman
Places:
Philadelphia, United States of America
Date:
1996
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For Jews, the Cossacks are always coming.
Therefore I think the sun spot on my arm
is melanoma. Therefore I celebrate
New Year’s Eve by counting
my annual dead.
My mother, when she was dying…
Contributor:
Linda Pastan
Places:
Potomac, United States of America
Date:
2002