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I am an Orthodox rabbi and I am gay. For a long while I denied, rejected, railed against this truth. The life story that I had wanted—wife, kids, and a family that modeled Torah and hesed—turned out…
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Steven Greenberg
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Berkeley, United States of America
Date:
1993
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Looking at her, the coat and everything else seemed to him to be as clear and clean as the sky.
He had to step across the old man’s mattress.
He knew he would speak to him.
“Look after Anne’s things,”…
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Arnošt Lustig
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Prague, Czechoslovak Socialist Republic (Prague, Czechia)
Date:
1962
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I do not want to see you in my dreams
each night. I do not want to tremble when I hear
a footstep at my door. I do not want
to think of you each hour of every day.
I do not want to see
in the…
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Leah Goldberg
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1952
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In history class
I draw a Latin-American moustache
On Titus Aspasianus;
Miriam, who under her flannel shirt
Is beginning to show development,
Is making vulgar contours
Onto the sculpture of his bust…
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Haim Be’er
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1970
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Maria Dillon
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Russian Empire (Russia, Russia)
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1894
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Ze’ev Raban
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Jerusalem, Ottoman Palestine (Jerusalem, Israel)
Date:
1911–1918
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While the translation is formatted as prose, the original is a poem of ten lines.
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Mordechai Dato
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16th Century
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Jacques Lipchitz
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Paris, French Third Republic (Paris, France)
Date:
1938
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Do you remember Zhitomir, Vasily? Do you remember the River Teterev, Vasily, and that night in which the Sabbath, the young Sabbath, crept along the sunset crushing the stars with the heel of her red…
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Isaac Babel
Date:
1924
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Fabius Lind’s days are running out in blood.
Red serpents of failures empty his veins.
In his head—white muddy stains. Confusion.
And a heavy load on his heart.
He could have . . .
He could have . .…
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A. Leyeles
Places:
New York City, United States of America
Date:
1937