To Be Said at the Seder

Kurt Wolfskehl

1934

Over and over, when the wayside dust had grayed us,
And we came and knocked at another’s door,
He threatened us with his fist and gainsaid us:
This is not your place! Move on!
Over and over.
Over and over, when as helpers and sages
We worked and toiled in the other’s ranks,
They put up with us for a time, and then shut us
From halls and from…
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Kurt Wolfskehl

1869–1948

Born in Darmstadt, Germany, into a banking family, the poet Karl Wolfskehl was the sole Jewish member of the circle that worshiped the charismatic lyric poet Stefan George. The circle, which included outspoken ultranationalists, met at Wolfskehl’s Munich house from 1899 to 1932. When Hitler came to power, Wolfskehl moved to Italy, but in 1938 he settled permanently in New Zealand. After he left Germany, Jewish themes became central to his work.

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