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Still, still, let us be still.
Graves grow here.
Planted by the enemy,
they blossom to the sky.
All the roads lead to Ponar,
and none returns.
Somewhere father disappeared,
disappeared with all our…
Contributor:
Shmerke Kaczerginski
Places:
Wilno, Poland (Vilnius, Lithuania)
Date:
1942
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A fire [of joy] is kindled within me, when I recall [the spiritual climate] when I was in Yemen,
[But] my soul [descended to] abysmal depths and was immensely astounded when I came to Zion.
The Jews…
Contributor:
Shalom Rada’i
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Date:
1951
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The road is long and wide
The road is long and resplendent
We all walk it till the very end
We all walk it until the bitter end
But I walk the road alone
I give thanks and sing Hallelujah
I sing a…
Contributor:
Naomi Shemer
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1958
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Again the herd throngs the village gateways
and dust rises up from the dirt roads.
And farther still a pair of clappers
keep pace with the lengthening shadows.
Evening descends, evening descends.
A…
Contributor:
Oded Avisar
Places:
Hebron, Jordan (Hebron, West Bank)
Date:
1960
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At noon in the kasbah
When the souk was packed
I’d be walking around
My chest toned and hard
And they’d all be saying: What a guy
And as I walked down the alleyways
From every window…
Contributor:
Dan Almagor
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Date:
1966
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Fanny Mendelssohn Hensel wrote numerous songs, piano compositions, cantatas, and other musical works, which were not published in her lifetime. The illustration on this hand-written manuscript…
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Fanny Mendelssohn Hensel
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Berlin, Kingdom of Prussia (Berlin, Germany)
Date:
1841
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Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?
People’d call, say, “Beware doll, you’re bound to fall”
You thought they were all kiddin’ you
You used to…
Contributor:
Bob Dylan
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1965
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Where everyone travels, in the middle of the road,
there is a wonderful flower.
It’s been lying there and rotting for several days now.
The wind blows it around,
and it cries out and weeps a great…
Contributor:
Elyokum Tsunzer
Places:
Vilna, Russian Empire (Vilnius, Lithuania)
Date:
Date Unknown, 19th-early 20th century
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O you paragon of glory and grace, listen to the call of Papos and his cry! He is bellowing like a bull, braying at you like a donkey, for you are his cow and his she-ass. His heart is already parched…
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Immanuel Frances
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Date:
17th Century
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How many know
the number of creatures is endless?
So many know,
only a gasp in their questions is possible.
All that fullness—
of wounds that won’t scar over.
pain’s grillework
persisting in…
Contributor:
Michael Heller
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Date:
1997