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On this ancient trunk
With hanging branches, gray flax
I’m a young branch.
To grow: my sole passion.
Green shoot
rising
high
to the bright,
I’ll bring red blossoms
to argue:
World, I’m right!
From…
Contributor:
Dovid Hofshteyn
Places:
Moscow, Russian SFSR
(Moscow, Russia)
Date:
1920
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The rinsed fences dry themselves in the wind.
The kneaded black earth turns softer under my feet.
Soaked soil, tousled and wanton wind,
What more can I want from you today?
It seems to me that I’ve…
Contributor:
Peretz Markish
Places:
Kyiv, Russian SFSR
(Kyiv, Ukraine)
Date:
1919