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A new world being made—one hears
In childhood that it has begun;
Then comes the passage of the years—
Is it not yet fully done?
The new world being made—always,
From childhood on—and on the day
The…
Deep in the woods stands my tent,
No one will discover me,
Late at night and at first dawn,
I hear the revel of the spring
From the deep roots underneath,
To the moss-covered trunks,
From…
In 1920 and 1921, Broderzon, the guiding force of Yung-yidish (Young Yiddish), a literary and artistic group he co-founded in Łódź, published over half a dozen books of poetry and plays. Prolific and…
Let no one cross my threshold,
Nor disturb my silence;
I no longer wish to hear
The noise of people and speech
From them I crawled away
In tears, into my corner,
To listen at last in quiet
To the…