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Yitzhak Klein gave such an angry kick to the garbage can that it flew straight into the middle of the sidewalk, scattering its stinking contents in all directions. Klein nearly exploded in his boiling…
Contributor:
Ephraim Kishon
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1954
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It was most curious, Hemdat’s having agreed to give Yael Hayyut literature lessons. Yet since it struck him as being but one more insoluble psychological riddle, he took the moralist’s advice and…
Contributor:
Shmuel Yosef Agnon
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(Israel, Israel)
Date:
1911
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Shlomo reclines within his shrine
Woe to my days, woe to my nights
Everyone knows how he is
Nobody knows about me
Woe to my days, woe to my nights
As if it means something to anybody.
If I have a…
Contributor:
Nathan Alterman
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1963
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The body of a weary man is primed like an ambulance
Adrenaline charges through his hot blood.
I will go mad if we don’t end this now.
Bizarre how a man so blind with bits of coal
Can strike so…
Contributor:
David Avidan
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1950
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That night, I was a clockwork doll
and I whirled around, this way and that,
and I fell on my face and shattered to bits
and they tried to fix me with all their skill.
Then I was a proper doll once…
Contributor:
Dahlia Ravikovitch
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1959