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Blessed art Thou, Lord, our God,
King of the Universe,
Who has kept us and protected us,
and supported us until this day
it would be better we had never seen.
You deprived us of nothing,
neither…
Contributor:
Boris Khersonsky
Places:
Odesa, Ukraine
Date:
1996
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Mr. Beringer, whose son
fell at the Canal that strangers dug
so ships could cross the desert,
crosses my path at Jaffa Gate.
He has grown very thin, has lost
the weight of his son.
That’s why he…
Contributor:
Yehuda Amichai
Places:
Jerusalem, Israel
Date:
1974
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In Jewish folklore the sight of a water carrier bearing one or two full pails is an omen of good fortune; empty pails foretell bad fortune.
The funeral’s early, the concert is late.
I go to both…
Contributor:
Abraham Sutzkever
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1975
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My sister sits happy
at her bridegroom’s table. She does not cry.
My sister will do no such thing:
what would people say!
My sister sits happy
at her bridegroom’s table. Her heart is awake.
The…
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Abba Kovner
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Date:
1967
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How many know
the number of creatures is endless?
So many know,
only a gasp in their questions is possible.
All that fullness—
of wounds that won’t scar over.
pain’s grillework
persisting in…
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Michael Heller
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Date:
1997
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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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Please, increase the intensity of your signals.
Here I
can’t hear, can’t know, if you’ve
stuck another iron flower in the lapel
of the antenna. You’re so delicate. Why
are you so soft, why are you…
Contributor:
Be’eri Hazak
Places:
Jerusalem, Israel
Date:
1974
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I wipe the dust off my books
with a small t-shirt, an old t-shirt
which was once my son’s. We have
more dust this summer than last,
and its composition is different…
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Aryeh Sivan
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1989
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Immediately I grabbed the man, gripped him, pressed him to me with all my stomach muscles, the way a carpenter, after applying the metal vise to the cupboard that suddenly collapsed, twists and…
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Hamutal Bar-Yosef
Places:
Beersheba, Israel
Date:
1990
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Still, still, let us be still.
Graves grow here.
Planted by the enemy,
they blossom to the sky.
All the roads lead to Ponar,
and none returns.
Somewhere father disappeared,
disappeared with all our…
Contributor:
Shmerke Kaczerginski
Date:
1942