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A visitor came to the shtetl,
A stranger, with unrest in his step . . .
No-one recognized his unrest. No-one asked him:
“Stranger, are you weary?”
Across the blue sky the evening drew its curtain…
Though this photograph of Second Lieutenant Walter Sidlowski with the body of a soldier killed during the Allied assault on Omaha Beach has gone down in history as a photograph of D-Day, it was…
Chariots trampling enemies and burning city in drawing of late 8th century BCE Assyrian relief in Sargon’s palace in Khorsabad, Iraq. One of Sargon’s horse-drawn chariots, its driver holding a whip…
Before the war Bloyne was a rich and elegant Jewish town: wide streets, a large municipal park, several monuments, many tall buildings, large stores. But when the war came through, the town was…
In 1942, Arthur Szyk produced this poster, called Tears of Rage, for a series of pageants mounted by Hollywood screenwriter Ben Hecht and militant Zionist leader Peter Bergson to protest inaction…
Finally, a town. We ride through the shtetl of Tartakuv, Jews, ruins, cleanliness of a Jewish kind, the Jewish race, little stores.
I am still ill, I’ve still not gotten back on…
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…
Into its own gold, the evening melted.
Bullet laughed midair across to bullet.
Colossal city fought with city, giants—
The sky disintegrated in red fragments.
Hatless, soldiers fly across the…
Now I would also like to sing a bit,
With my poor voice,
Of things that have happened recently,
Which everyone ought to know:
Of the plague and pestilence,
That have happened here this time
In the…
Back in Vienna again, on my way home from a visit to the outer districts of the city, I was unexpectedly caught in a heavy shower of rain that sent people running from its wet whiplash to take refuge…