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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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Smugglers

Pantel the wagon driver stretches out under the covers and sits up, yawning. The house is dark but a faint light is just beginning to penetrate through the peepholes in the shutter. “It’s…

When the Candle Was Burning

Father had been able to save a little from his earnings and felt that it would last till the end of the war—but he used that money to buy back those prayers shawls! So now we were penniless. Father…

A Dancer

At home they called her “dummy” and other names like that because she was always so quiet and still, never stirring when she was called. When she was nine years old, she went to school and began…

Memento Mori

And if Moyshe-Leyb, the poet, tells That he saw Death on the high waves— Just as he sees himself in a mirror, And it was in the morning, around ten— Will they believe Moyshe-Leyb? And if Moyshe…

Daughter of Babylon

Return to your ancient past Aid your sister with education and culture And people of Israel will once more be a nation. Awake, daughter of Babylon, mother of knowledge Take up in your hand the pen…

Kentucky

Wide, open, free lay the land, Extending to far horizons. The sandy red tract stretches Far and strange and lonely, Bordered by low wild plants And unknown herbs With…

Women-Poems I, II, VI

The women of our family will come to me in dreams at night and say: Modestly we carried a pure blood across generations, Bringing it to you like well-guarded wine from the kosher Cellars of our…

The National Movement

Arise, shine, for thy light is come, Shake thyself from the dust Unlock the lock on your neck Be saved from your enemy. Awaken, get out of thy exile Rise up from your degradation Wake up from your…

Departure

The rain cleaned off the steep facade of houses; I write upon the white and stony sheet And feel how my tired hand so softly rouses From love poems that always, sweetly, were a cheat. I wake in the…

Stalinstan

   Stalinstan,    Stalinstan, Who is present and on hand    From the Party,    From the Union? Who was on his way Somewhere else today, When a chain of men caught him And then brought him To…