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Crags in the mountains facing us
are like bereaved mothers
who long ago altered their image:
dew does not slake them,
the sun does not gild them.
—How terrible their silence
and where can we flee?—
A…
Contributor:
Ayin Tur-Malka
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1972
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The parting was not long in coming. My father died two months before I turned six.
To this day, I go to him at difficult times. Mostly to complain that he abandoned me. The handful of memories that he…
Contributor:
Shimon Sandbank
Places:
Jerusalem, Israel
Date:
2004