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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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Joseph the Righteous

Zlikha:I will leave him in prison now[for] he has committed a great sin.May he taste the recompense of his evil deed thereand may this wicked man die.[They take Yosef and she remains perplexed and at…

The Horse and the Whip

“May an unforeseen disaster Overtake your worthy master, The wagoner, Reb Benjamin, And strike at you along with him.” The horse was saying to the whip and neighing, “Did you ever Hear of such a…

Three Old Women

In the grey evening, beside the white house, three old ladies sit, gazing straight ahead. And stillness all around. As if the eagle had suddenly frozen in flight. Three old ladies sit beside the…

A Trip in the Opposite Direction

It’s one in the morning. I’m writing this poem in a train station. What does poetry have to do with trains? I came here unexpectedly traveling the wrong way. Telling the story is risky: I was…

Beyond Melody

With a violin in the alley grandfather and son disappeared. Again the night was closed. Oh, speak, please speak! I who grew up with all your stones, I knew—like confession, they too would break. St…

The Vigil

This is a night of vigil for me, in the shudder of my soul I shall conceal the secret of my youth. I shall stand on guard: No sleep nor slumber! And in just one moment the veil was taken away. A…

Paraphrase

The Bible tells us that from the heights Moses blessed the children of Israel, showing them God’s Promised Land, where Moses himself never entered. Like ships passing by when land is in sight so…

Nicodemus

I went under cover of night By back streets and alleyways, Not as one secret and ashamed But with a natural discretion. I passed by a boy and a girl Embraced against the white wall In parts of…

Diving into the Wreck

First having read the book of myths, and loaded the camera, and checked the edge of the knife-blade, I put on the body-armor of black rubber the absurd flippers the grave and awkward mask. I am…

Donna Clara

In the evening through her garden Wanders the Alcalde’s daughter; Festal sounds of drum and trumpet Ring out hither from the castle. “I am weary of the dances, Honeyed words of adulation From the…