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Léon Weissberg
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Paris, French Third Republic
(Paris, France)
Date:
1926
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Thus there began to form, or to show itself within me that heart so proud and yet so tender, that effeminate and yet indomitable character which, constantly vacillating between weakness and courage,…
Contributor:
Maurice Sachs
Places:
Paris, French Third Republic
(Paris, France)
Date:
1939
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The trains watch us dreaming
in these charming meadows.
—For we don’t love eating
so much as some fellows!—
Gorging suits humans,
they crave sauce and meat.
Me, I love to chew on
grass, so green…
Contributor:
Blanche Bendahan
Places:
Paris, France
Date:
1948
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The only garden left in our walled-up town was the old cemetery, whose earliest graves dated back to the thirteenth century. It was densely overgrown. Picking one’s way to its remoter corners meant…
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Piotr Rawicz
Places:
Paris, France
Date:
1961
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On his way home Gurdweill tried without success to find the reason for Lotte’s strange behaviour. He went over everything he had said in her house in his mind: there was nothing that could have…
Contributor:
David Vogel
Places:
Paris, French Third Republic
(Paris, France)
Date:
1929
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The will of the creator is that the world should be sustained, expanded, and populated daily by man, whom he shaped for his glory. That is, indeed, why he created this great machine, and…
Contributor:
Abraham Vaez
Places:
Amsterdam, Kingdom of France
(Bayonne, France)
Date:
1692
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On the Lord’s hills, white with lustrous light,
Far from rich palaces reeking of wine,
Drunk on the night and sidereal sadness,
The King dreams in self-imposed exile.
Below, mid the wheat, the…
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Ephraïm Mikhaël
Places:
Paris, French Republic
(Paris, France)
Date:
1887
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My lovely lady is like flights of scent—
the other day she opened like a flower—
She is beautiful as angels in the spring—
the other night her sun warmed my heart—
My lady’s lips are the single…
Contributor:
Gustave Kahn
Places:
Lorraine, French Republic
(Lorraine, France)
Date:
1897