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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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With Spektor

Mordkhe Spektor [1858–1925] was the “honorary chair” of the “Society of Gluttons and Drunkards.” Though he had not been elected to this “post,” everyone felt that Spektor was the singular candidate…

The Voice of Blood

Most of the way by tram till outside the city. Endless streets and alleys. But now the last stops come. Here’s the remise, the resting place of these tram cars, where they look like animals in…

An Unimportant Incident

A shady incident took place in Moscow a few days before Easter. At noon, in the center of town, they seized an old Jew, poor and wretched, who was carrying a burlap sack on his back and in it the…

Jesús

He didn’t take it seriously the first few times his roommates suggested that he start peddling images of Jesus, of Yoshke, as he preferred to call him. He thought they were kidding. How could they be…

The Old Bunch

“It was my fault, Sammy. I aggravate you when you’re tired,” she said, sitting up and drawing his head to her. “I shouldn’t even have mentioned Ev. We ought to go to your family this year. It’s only…

Ghingeli

Oh, Ghingeli, my bleeding heart, Who is this guy who dreams in snow And drags his feet like a pair of logs In the middle of the street at night? It is the rascal Moyshe-Leyb, Who will freeze to…

1919

Lately, there’s no trace left Of Yankl, son of Yitskhok, But for a tiny round dot That rolls crazily through the streets With hooked-on, clumsy limbs. The lord-above surrounded The whole world with…

Here Lives the Jewish People

The towering life of the towering city Is burning in white fires. And in the streets of the Jewish East side The whiteness of the fires burns even whiter. I like to stroll in the burning frenzy of…

Vilna

Someone in a tales is walking your rooftops. Only he is stirring in the city by night. He listens. Old gray veins quicken—sound Through courtyard and synagogue like a hoarse, dusty heart. You are a…

The Jewish Woman

I am a stranger. Since no one dares approach me I would be girded with towers That wear their steep and stone-gray caps Aloft in clouds. The brazen key you will not find That locks the musty…