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Vilna, my great matriarch, an established Jewish city,
Jerusalem of the Exile, an ancient nation’s consolation in the north!
This [poem] is your patched kerchief, like the roof of the old synagogue,…
Contributor:
Zalman Shneour
Places:
Berlin, Weimar Republic
(Berlin, Germany)
Date:
1923
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I lowered the window more and let the wind wash my face. As often happens when you stand at the window of a fast-moving train, a speck of dirt flew into my eye, and both eyes began to tear.
I had…
Contributor:
Friedrich Gorenstein
Date:
1988