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His strong, coal-black hands crumpling and twisting his faded old hat, the thirty-year-old Adoons said in a quiet but firm voice to his employer, Mr. Waldman, the produce dealer,
“Baas, I’m finishing…
Contributor:
Morris Hoffman
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Little Karoo, Union of South Africa (Little Karoo, South Africa)
Date:
ca. 1920
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On a turquoise sea sails a ship. A sharp-eyed gull flies around the mast, swooping down from time to time to see what is happening on the ship, in all its decks. The boat has three decks and a bridge…
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Lova Eliav
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1973
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There are things in this country too—
And if they find no streetlamp pole,
There will be a tree—and that means clearly
That a Negro over twenty years old
May hate all things which spire
To hold a man…
Contributor:
Moyshe-Leyb Halpern
Places:
New York City, United States of America
Date:
1934
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Birds are drowsing on the branches.
Sleep, my darling child.
At your cradle, in the field,
A stranger sits and sings.
Once you had another cradle
Woven out of joy.
And your mother, oh your mother
W…
Contributor:
Leah Rudnitsky
Places:
Wilno, Republic of Poland (Vilnius, Lithuania)
Date:
ca. 1942
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He remembers well how for the first time in his life he tried to cross the big street in Baghdad. With one hand his mother held onto him and with the other she held her long and wide cape, looked…
Contributor:
Shalom Darwish
Places:
Baghdad, Iraq
Date:
1948
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The people I love the best
jump into work head first
without dallying in the shallows
and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.
They seem to become natives of that element,
the black sleek…
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Marge Piercy
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1973
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We shall live in the shade of the graceful doe and, living there, shall be sustained. We shall walk through darkness by her light, with never-ending joy. When she laughs, we will burst into song; when…
Contributor:
David Onkinerah
Places:
Salonika, Ottoman Empire (Thessaloniki, Greece)
Date:
16th Century
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Why is my back loaded with fine flour, while in my mouth there is no bread at all, but only straw? I drink well-water, though I carry wine. And the stick goes on fracturing my skull!
I live in rubble…
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Samuel Archevolti
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Padua, Venice (Padua, Italy)
Date:
End of the 16th Century
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In April 1942, after months of probing and letter writing, Mother and Mrs. Gerber received letters telling them that Father’s troop was in a Russian prison camp. However, no word came from either of…
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Aranka Siegal
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1981
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I am not I
when called to account—
plaster over, dumbly benched
the corrosive ardency
of blinkered identification.
To affirm nothing, a veil
of asymptotic bent,
prattling over-
tunes in the striated…
Contributor:
Charles Bernstein
Places:
Philadelphia, United States of America
Date:
1997