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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.
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My Day

My day— Is punctured like a sieve, And ridiculed like a whim. May winter whiteness blossom, May autumns turn gray, May summers whistle— Become nightingales. When a rye-wind Would have twisted my…

Chronicle of a Single Day

Bread, bread. The abundance of it dazzles your eyes. In the windows, on the stalls, in hands, in baskets. I won’t be able to hold out if I can’t grab a bite or bread-stuff. “Grab? You don’t look…

It’s Not Easy to Start Living

He was learning about the Jewish festivals from Leo. The arrival of the new year was suddenly upon him, and that’s when he decided that fasting on Yom Kippur would be a fine adventure. The…

Simple Gimpl

Once, at night, after the seven days of mourning, while I lay on the sacks dozing, someone came to me, the Evil One himself, and said to me, “Gimpl, why are you sleeping?” “What should I be doing,” I…

The Little Smuggler

Over the wall, through holes, and past the guard, Through the wires, ruins, and fences. Plucky, hungry, and determined I sneak through, dart like a cat. At noon, at night, at dawn, In snowstorm…

God of Mercy

O God of Mercy Choose— another people. We are tired of death, tired of corpses, We have no more prayers. Choose— another people. We have run out of blood For victims, Our houses have been turned into…

The Opening to the Story

After I published my son’s literary estate in a book, I still had a few scraps of writing and documents of various kinds that I didn’t know how to put together with everything that seemed clear and…

To Remember, to Forget

I don’t know what possessed me, but I decided to take the guided tour of Frankfurt. The minute I set eyes on the American tourists and heard the practiced laugh with which the…

The Song of Friendship

On the Negev an autumn night falls Surreptitiously igniting star after star And as the wind crosses the threshold Clouds spread over the path. It’s been a year already. We hardly felt How the times…