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I wish to praise God
who is great in praises,
who created for man
all kinds of flowers,
and they all are singular
in their colors and scents
and of all the best ones
was the musk flower.
Above all…
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Unknown
Places:
Venice, Venice
Date:
1702
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By the window I lit a taper
A Hanukkah candle, gentle child.
Many are the memories
And the memories are brilliant.
A regiment of riders, mighty men,
If they appear before you,
Do not fear, gentle…
Contributor:
Jacob Steinberg
Places:
Odessa, Russian Empire (Odesa, Ukraine)
Date:
1901
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A song of ascents.
When the Lord restores the fortunes of Zion
—we see it as in a dream—
our mouths shall be filled with laughter,
our tongues, with songs of joy.
Then shall they say among the…
Places:
Land of Israel (Israel)
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Biblical Period
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I’m in a rage, so angry that I don’t know what to do
because of what just happened when I went out with a few
good friends to take a walk in town, this lovely Sabbath day.
We joined a crowd of rowdy…
Contributor:
Leone Modena
Places:
Venice, Venice (Venice, Italy)
Date:
17th Century
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In a dingy kitchen
Facing a Ghetto backyard
An old woman is chanting Jeremiah’s Lamentations,
Quaveringly,
Out of a Hebrew Bible.
The gaslight flares and falls . . .
This night,
Two thousand…
Contributor:
Alter Brody
Places:
New York City, United States of America
Date:
1918
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This poem expresses the idea that since today is the day when seats are set up [for judgment], since the Jewish people has declared the New Month, therefore we need to run to God and prostrate…
Contributor:
Joseph Yedidya Carmi
Places:
Modena, Duchy of Modena and Reggio (Modena, Italy)
Date:
1626
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As on this month’s last day,
the moon is waning,
make my sins wane, O Lord,
my merits flourish.
I know my heart is hard—
a wicked web whose threads are sin—
and I deserve the fire
for weaving wrong…
Contributor:
Leone Modena
Places:
Venice, Venice (Venice, Italy)
Date:
17th Century
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Asleep in songs and lullabies was my heart, while I was dreaming, imagining myself amidst poets, as eloquent and intelligent as the finest wine yeast.From my drunken slumber an illustrious man awoke…
Contributor:
Leone Modena
Places:
Venice, Venice (Venice, Italy)
Date:
1599