Ne’ilah

Herman Taube

1986

Wherever we stand to lift our eyes to heaven, that place is a Holy of Holies.

—S. Ansky

The sun descending settling
on the roof of the synagogue.
The cantor faces the open Ark,
His exhausted voice sounds hoarse.
My lips are dry, my mouth bitter,
My irritable tongue feels
a burning sensation, sends flash
signals to my brain, while my stomach
blows shofar. A…
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Creator Bio

Herman Taube

1918–2014

Poet, novelist, and journalist Herman Taube was born in Ĺódź. He survived World War II in Soviet work camps and then as a medic in the Second Polish Army. Taube immigrated to the United States in 1947. He contributed to the Yiddish Forward and the Washington Jewish Week, and served on the international executive board of the World Gathering of Holocaust Survivors.

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