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Once there was a stroke of misfortune.
The day it happened, Mother couldn’t stop cursing this wretched life. Something occurred that almost caused Father to hang himself out of pure shame. After that…
Contributor:
Isaiah Spiegel
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1946
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Birds are drowsing on the branches.
Sleep, my darling child.
At your cradle, in the field,
A stranger sits and sings.
Once you had another cradle
Woven out of joy.
And your mother, oh your mother
W…
Contributor:
Leah Rudnitsky
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Wilno, Republic of Poland (Vilnius, Lithuania)
Date:
ca. 1942
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This urn will be made of fired clay
Of native soil, from Poland, my country
In it are lodged the ashes of my parents
My brothers, daughter, and wife.
The urn will be simple, like a jug
With a small…
Contributor:
Stanislaw Wygodzki
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1948