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Sheet music for “Die fire korbones” (The Fire's Victims). This song was written in memory of the victims of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire in New York City, which broke out on March 25, 1911…
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1911
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At three in the morning, Rabbi Sholem Tuvim returned home from visiting his sick father. His father was in great need of comfort, and he, Reb Sholem, would have stayed by him the entire night if the…
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Joseph Opatoshu
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New York City, United States of America
Date:
1928
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They buried her into the darkness itself. As Miko was leaving the cemetery an old Jew took him by the hand. The man called out to his wife from the door: “I’ve brought him home . . . I couldn’t…
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Isak Samokovlija
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Sarajevo, Yugoslavia
(Sarajevo, Bosnia)
Date:
1928
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In a dingy kitchen
Facing a Ghetto backyard
An old woman is chanting Jeremiah’s Lamentations,
Quaveringly,
Out of a Hebrew Bible.
The gaslight flares and falls . . .
This night,
Two thousand…
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Alter Brody
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New York City, United States of America
Date:
1918
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King David was old, advanced in years. Though covered in bedclothes, he could not get warm. They searched the land of Israel for a beautiful young woman and found Abischag the Shunammite, who was…
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André Spire
Places:
Paris, French Third Republic
(Paris, France)
Date:
1925
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Dost thou sleep, my brother Abel,
That thou art so wonderfully fair?
Never have I seen thee
As beautiful before.
Does the beauty lie in my ax,
Or is it, perhaps, in thee?
Before the day is done,
Spe…
Contributor:
Itzik Manger
Places:
London, United Kingdom
Date:
1941
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I always thought
I had been here before.
Each year of my patched-up life
I mended the fabrics
of my decrepit, tattered world.
In memory I recognized faces and smiles,
even my father and mother…
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Jacob Glatstein
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1943
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Now, when my vision turns in on itself,
My shocked eyes open, all their members see
My heart has fallen like a mirror on
A stone and shatters, ringing, into splinters.
Certainly, not every shard is…
Contributor:
Peretz Markish
Date:
1943
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The cartwheels rush,
quivering.
What is their burden?
Shoes, shivering.
The cart is like
a great hall:
the shoes crushed together
as though at a ball.
A wedding? A party?
Have I gone blind?
Who…
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Abraham Sutzkever
Date:
1943
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Jimmy’s body was taken to Har Tuv, where the doctor confirmed his death, and from Har Tuv it was taken to the morgue in the hospital in the convent of Abu Gosh. He lay there, covered with a gray…
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Menahem Shemi
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1952