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My day—
Is punctured like a sieve,
And ridiculed like a whim.
May winter whiteness blossom,
May autumns turn gray,
May summers whistle—
Become nightingales.
When a rye-wind
Would have twisted my…
Contributor:
Kadya Molodovsky
Places:
Warsaw, Second Polish Republic (Warsaw, Poland)
New York City, United States of America
Date:
1935
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It’s one in the morning. I’m writing this poem
in a train station.
What does poetry have to do with trains?
I came here unexpectedly
traveling the wrong way.
Telling the story is risky:
I was…
Contributor:
Aaron Zeitlin
Places:
Warsaw, Second Polish Republic (Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1936
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Words forsaken—fallen leaves,
Let the wind scatter you,
And let me forget you.
I will remain like a wintry tree
Behind closed eyes, still
And silent.
Both the night will cradle me, ay-lu,
And the…
Contributor:
Kadya Molodovsky
Places:
Warsaw, Second Polish Republic (Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1927
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The women of our family will come to me in dreams at night and say:
Modestly we carried a pure blood across generations,
Bringing it to you like well-guarded wine from the kosher
Cellars of our…
Contributor:
Kadya Molodovsky
Places:
Warsaw, Second Polish Republic (Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1927
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When the cool, colorful, gentile Sundays come,
both sit—Valenti, the watchman from my courtyard
and his pock-marked, redmouthed, piggish old lady
back-to-back on a wooden bench.
Both of them gaze…
Contributor:
Aaron Zeitlin
Places:
Warsaw, Second Polish Republic (Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1929
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See the Mount of Olives and the Greek monastery.
Minarets and cupolas abound,
Squares of yellow houses like honeycomb.
The valley of Josephat, white, dry fields—
There in the dell, where it is…
Contributor:
Antoni Slonimski
Places:
Warsaw, Second Polish Republic (Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1922
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Is it any wonder that the sick are so pure and tender,
gazing across vast distances, seeing things that no one else does,
staying up at night, and smiling in the darkness,
as they caress their beds…
Contributor:
Yisroel Shtern
Places:
Warsaw, Second Polish Republic (Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1923
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O, if through thy eyes, like through sea waves,
My love could sail like a ship,
Long ago with full sails I would have boldly
Struck to your heart, like to the Holy Land.
If you light up for me in…
Contributor:
Antoni Slonimski
Places:
Warsaw, Second Polish Republic (Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1933
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Aged woolen women, like old siddurim—moldy, mossy
Bound in coarse canvas;
Pointless bellies dangling after them like empty sacks,
Dried-out breasts, like horseradish roots, swaying back and forth.…
Contributor:
Peretz Markish
Places:
Warsaw, Second Polish Republic (Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1926
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To be or not to be—that’s not the question.
Sense or nonsense—that’s my obsession.
For too long, Divine reckoning
has shredded human thinking.
The sum total of justice is a round number:
bright…
Contributor:
Aaron Zeitlin
Places:
Warsaw, Second Polish Republic (Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1936