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My soul sighs, fate brings only trouble.
My spirit was lifted, and I grew bold.
I heard a voice: ‘Your poem is gold.
Who has learned to sing like you, Rachel?’
My spirit in turn replies: I’ve lost…
Contributor:
Rachel Luzzatto Morpurgo
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1847
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Like a sparse string of lights, scattered but connected
belonging to a strange and darkly snowy train station
that suddenly pops up among the winter fields,
forgotten somewhere between New York and…
Contributor:
Shimon Ginsburg
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Philadelphia, United States of America
Date:
1931