Sample Sources
The sources below are those contained in our three curated collections—covering themes of Passover, Gender Roles, and Holocaust Resistance. They represent a fraction of the thousands of sources that will be available when the full site launches in 2024.
Before Your Shining, Full Eyes
Before your shining, full eyes
How good it is to live;
Before their light every limb is taut
Like a eucalyptus after a storm are you:
Tired, strong and still moving in the wind
My head will reach to…
When Night Draws Near
When night draws near your window, come to him naked.
Softly will he ripple and darken round your still beauty, touching the tips of your breasts.
I shall stand with him there, a stray wanderer…
You, My Master
You, my master, my hidden enemy! I see you hidden
In the wind that is around all, in all, everywhere:
In my uneasy sleep, in my dark fear at morning,
In my labors by day, in my bread and my salt.
C…
Sanatorium
Gate, open
doorsill, creep near.
Room, I’m here;
back to the cell.
Fire in my flesh.
snow on my skull.
My shoulder heaves
a sack of grief.
Good-bye. Good-bye.
Hand. Eye.
Burning lip
charred by…
Red Riding-Hood
When our wild day is wiped like a tear
From cities and forest, from month and year,
Red Ridinghood walks on the road,
To pick a wild flower in the wood.
And following her is a duck and a cow,
Hobbl…
Guidelines for the Study of the Warsaw Ghetto
- WorkersHandicraft and small industry: guilds (tsekhn)Trade and industry under Aryan trusteesFree professions: doctors, lawyers…
An Epistle to Hebrew Youth
The Committee for the Consolidation of Hebrew Youth appeals to you only in order that you understand the very essence of what is in common between you and the rest of Hebrew youth, which operates in…
The Universalism of the Chosen People
In what sense is Judaism racist? Does it in general recognize the “holiness” of race and if so, what practical deductions have Jews made from such a theory?
In connection with the Nazi racist…
The Butterfly
He was the last. Truly the last.
Such yellowness was bitter and blinding
Like the sun’s tear shattered on stone.
That was his true color.
And how easily he climbed, and how high.
Certainly, climbing…
And in That Drowning Instant
And in that drowning instant
as the water heightened over me
it suddenly did come to pass
my preterite eternity
the image of myself intent
on several freedoms
fading to
myself in yellowed Basle…