Yitskhok Leybush Peretz

Moyshe-Leyb Halpern

1915

And you’re dead. And you’ve not yet been covered by the ground;
Far through a thousand streets like horses galloping round,
Young and old newsboys spread, rushing about their business,
Hawking papers through which, with telegraphic swiftness,
We know now that your heart’s not beating anymore.
Here, splashed as in a great advertisement, is your
Gra…
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