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And I didn’t have time.
Now it is certain
I didn’t have time.
Half my life.
It is now allowed
To be silent.
My shadows grow
With the stride of the sun.
I am the man
Who didn’t have time.
Contributor:
Haim Gouri
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1958
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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…
Contributor:
Abba Kovner
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1967
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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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The sages say, that at the time the Syrian-African Rift
occurred, the celestial inhabitants were not
up-to-date. Each man was engaged
at his trade. In grinding…
Contributor:
Avot Yeshurun
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Date:
1973
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At home I have a blue piano,
I, who cannot play a note.
It stands in the gloom of the cellar door,
now that the world has grown coarse.
The four hands of the stars play there
—the moonwife sang…
Contributor:
Else Lasker-Schüler
Places:
Jerusalem, Mandate Palestine
(Jerusalem, Israel)
Date:
1943
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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…
Contributor:
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…
Contributor:
Hamutal Bar-Yosef
Places:
Riverdale, United States of America
(Beersheba, Israel)
Date:
1990
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. . . My mother sits on a low stool and her head is slumped forward on her breast and her eyes are red. Evening is nearly upon us; and the memorial candle is burning on the windowsill . . .
Papa has…
Contributor:
Dvora Baron
Places:
(Neve Tsedeq, Israel)
Date:
1911