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When I was twelve, I read The Diary of Anne Frank.
I identified with her having to live
stories above a busy street
over a business, and having to keep quiet
for hours at a time.
I’d pad about on…
Contributor:
Jane Shore
Places:
Chevy Chase, United States of America
Date:
1996
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I think of my father who believes
a Jew can outrun fate by owning land.
Slave to property now, I mow
and mow, my destiny the new Egypt.
From his father, the tailor, he learned not
to rent but to own…
Contributor:
Robin Becker
Places:
Boalsburg, United States of America
Date:
2000
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The door it opened slowly,
My father he came in,
I was nine years old.
And he stood so tall above me,
His blue eyes they were shining
And his voice was very cold.
He said, “I’ve had a vision
And…
Contributor:
Leonard Cohen
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1968
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I set my table with metaphor:
the curling parsley—green sign nailed to the doors
of God’s underground; salt of desert and eyes;
the roasted shank bone of a Pascal lamb,
relic of sacrifice and…
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Linda Pastan
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1971
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I won’t be around forever, Mother said.
One day I’m going to die, so I might
as well nag you a little bit more,
while I have the chance. And when
I’m dead you’ll have to rely on someone else
to tell…
Contributor:
Hal Sirowitz
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1995
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You Will Be Wrapped in Silk
“And how do you merit to live so long?”
—Because I know there is need to consider.
At my birth someone said, “He will be wrapped
in silk.” And now the guests are…
Contributor:
Allen Grossman
Places:
Chelsea, United States of America
Date:
2003
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When I came back, he was gone.
My mother was in the bathroom
crying, my sister in her crib
restless but asleep. The sun
was shining in the bay window,
the grass had just been cut.
No one mentioned…
Contributor:
Ira Sadoff
Places:
Waterville, United States of America
Date:
1975
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Now in the suburbs and the falling light
I followed him, and now down sandy road
Whiter than bone-dust, through the sweet
Curdle of fields, where the plums
Dropped with their load of ripeness, one by…
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Stanley Kunitz
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1942
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And life on deck grows quiet. Silence spreads
And people, wrapped in coats, look out to sea.
And, here and there, a gleam, a glittering.
The ship moves quietly. Some fall asleep.
The night is…
Contributor:
Moyshe-Leyb Halpern
Places:
New York City, United States of America (New York, United States of America)
Date:
1913
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Would you, mama, believe if I told
That everything here is changed into gold,
That gold is made from iron and blood,
Day and night, from iron and blood?
—My son, from a mother you cannot hide—
A…
Contributor:
Moyshe-Leyb Halpern
Places:
New York City, United States of America
Date:
1919