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In my opinion, there is no person in this world, whether he is a sage or a…
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Leone Modena
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Venice, Republic of Venice (Venice, Italy)
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1612
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Before the war Bloyne was a rich and elegant Jewish town: wide streets, a large municipal park, several monuments, many tall buildings, large stores. But when the war came through, the town was…
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Sh. An-ski
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Warsaw, Second Polish Republic (Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1920
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You, my dear, will survive me and remember.
How could it be otherwise?
—From a letter
Old people? What can you write about old people?
They barely feel anything!
—From a conversation
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Dina Kalinovskaya
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1980
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…He heard a thud in the living room, heard a thud, and couldn’t identify it: “Are you all right?” he called.
“I was just being careless,” M called back. “I’m all right.”
“You fell. Poor kid. What’d…
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Henry Roth
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Albuquerque, United States of America
Date:
1994
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Superimposed upon my face in the mirror is my mother’s. I am about to comb my hair, but here she is, brushing hers, her thick, wavy, white hair.
We quarrelled about hair.
“D…
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E. M. Broner
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1995
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How many know
the number of creatures is endless?
So many know,
only a gasp in their questions is possible.
All that fullness—
of wounds that won’t scar over.
pain’s grillework
persisting in…
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Michael Heller
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1997
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If it forms the one landscape that we, the inconstant ones,
Are constantly homesick for, this is chiefly
Because it dissolves in water.
—Auden, “In Praise of Limestone”
If beauty and truth were to…
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Avner Treinin
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Jerusalem, Israel
Date:
1999
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He turned walking on water into a kind of art. Rarely
getting himself wet. He left the ancient harbor at different hours of the day. At times
before sunrise. Sometimes he’d return minutes later…
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Natan Zach
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Haifa, Israel
Date:
1988
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Oh, Father of great mercy
In sunset’s flame there fades
My cradle land
That was once nearer to me than my salt-crusted shirt
Where with my brother Russian
I shared more than once
A measly bite of…
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Yoysef Kerler
Places:
Jerusalem, Israel
Date:
1990
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The Hebrew Zakhor—“Remember”—announces my elusive theme. Memory is always problematic, usually deceptive, sometimes treacherous. Proust knew this, and the English reader is deprived of the full force…
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Yosef Hayim Yerushalmi
Places:
Seattle, United States of America
Date:
1982