Showing Results 1 - 2 of 2
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,…
“…but Rabbi, even if I can read some of the prayers I still don’t understand what I’m saying.… To tell you the truth I’d rather take a quiet reflective walk in the park this…