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It’s one in the morning. I’m writing this poem
in a train station.
What does poetry have to do with trains?
I came here unexpectedly
traveling the wrong way.
Telling the story is risky:
I was…
Contributor:
Aaron Zeitlin
Places:
Warsaw, Second Polish Republic
(Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1936
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Work, tradesmen, shops, the town is there
with old maids polished down by emptiness
on haberdashers’ threshold where the antique sun
brushes off jewels dusty with being looked at.
Dressed up for…
Contributor:
Benjamin Fondane
Places:
Paris, French Third Republic
(Paris, France)
Date:
1937
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For two minutes we gazed at each other
In curious silence.
When politeness nudged me in the shoulder,
I introduced myself:
A man, the crown of creation.
The grasshopper
Was not overwhelmed.
He kept…
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A. Leyeles
Places:
New York City, United States of America
Date:
1937
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A whole world of railways appeared in our time
They carry their passengers—poor men and rich.
Admire the wonder, but bear this in mind:
It’s really a parable, meant just for you.
It is we who are…
Contributor:
Elyokum Tsunzer
Places:
Vilna, Russian Empire
(Vilnius, Lithuania)
Date:
1875
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Enough of girls! I’d rather live alone
Than touch those reptiles, though they may be fair.
I’m sick and tired of wasting on the air
My strength and every penny that I own.
For once they’re mine…
Contributor:
Moses Rieti
Places:
Florence, Republic of Florence
(Florence, Italy)
Date:
Early 16th Century
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O age! Here’s something new that I have filled
With old, like fine oil in a flask.
A kind of verse to please men’s mouths and minds
I have invented for exploring love.
I provide a model of the…
Contributor:
Judah Sommo
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Mantua, Duchy of Mantua
(Mantova, Italy)
Date:
16th Century
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Only three exits are becoming to every woman, big or small. The first is when she exits from the womb, dirtied, as if from a deep swamp. The second is when she exits from her woman’s tent and enters…
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Immanuel Frances
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17th Century
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At noon in the kasbah
When the souk was packed
I’d be walking around
My chest toned and hard
And they’d all be saying: What a guy
And as I walked down the alleyways
From every window…
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Dan Almagor
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1966
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O you paragon of glory and grace, listen to the call of Papos and his cry! He is bellowing like a bull, braying at you like a donkey, for you are his cow and his she-ass. His heart is already parched…
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Immanuel Frances
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17th Century
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The body of a weary man is primed like an ambulance
Adrenaline charges through his hot blood.
I will go mad if we don’t end this now.
Bizarre how a man so blind with bits of coal
Can strike so…
Contributor:
David Avidan
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1950