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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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The Debate of the Flowers

I wish to praise God who is great in praises, who created for man all kinds of flowers, and they all are singular in their colors and scents and of all the best ones was the musk flower.   Above all…

Manna

Open your mouth To feed that flesh Your teeth have bled Tongue us out Bone by bone Do not allow Man to be fed By bread alone “And He afflicted thee and suffered thee to hunger and fed thee with…

They Say ...

inasmuch as men and women / in their infinite goodness / believe in God / is it possible that God / in his infinite goodness / believes in men and women believes in me / right now / when my heart is…

Sderot

It took me twenty years to love this hole in the middle of nowhere. The cotton balls spread a white flame and there was an ill wind in the cypresses until for the first time I saw, with a just eye, t…

Psalm

I am not lyric any more I will not play the harp for your pleasure I will not make a joyful noise to you, neither will I lament for I know you drink lamentation, too, like wine so I dully…
Terra-cotta figurine of horse and rider.
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Horse and Rider Figurine

This terra-cotta figurine from Lachish is very schematic, and the rider’s legs are not shown. The rider cannot represent an average person because people—even kings—more often rode on donkeys and…

Berlin, Jerusalem and the Moon

Edie:You got it. I can’t be a woman and I can’t be a Jew. And I can’t be either, because I can’t be both. So, you know what I’m gonna be? I am gonna be nothing.Else:Oh, I see, you call all of that…

Herod

Miriam, Aristobolus and Dina. Miriam:Mother! Enter Alexandra, Miriam’s mother. Alex:Your shouting will wake the dead. A little refinement, Miriam, you’re no longer a little girl. Miriam:It…

Split at the Root

In a long poem written in 1960, when I was thirty-one years old, I described myself as “Split at the root, neither Gentile nor Jew, / Yankee nor Rebel.” I was still trying to have it both ways: to be…