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Neḥama wife of Shalom Uri
Buried on Sunday, the 11th of Tevet 5337
This stone is a witness between us:
That death has climbed up into our window:
And eclipsed the…
[Curtain]Narrator [entering and about to speak when he hears voices behind the scrim. Walking over, he peers through an opening in it]:How they weep, how they mourn,The wind-borne dead!No new…
Crowds of people had been gathering since dawn at the morgue next to the city hospital. Drowsy, shivering, in damp gray clothes, they warmed themselves by huddling in one another’s breath. Their faces…
To the sacred memory of dear Shmulik and his comrades who fell in the battle to liberate Yeḥi‘amHe rose from the bed shading his eyes with his hands as if it was light although it was still dark. His…
I cannot linger in Egypt. They that came before me tarried too long. I have had the taste on my tongue and the dead air in my nostrils. Enough. That will serve.
Zagazig…
I was then in Warsaw for the second time. That city had always exerted a powerful attraction for me, with its great and all-encompassing Jewish life. When I was in the Polish capital for the first…
I was the one who began.
“Reb Arye-Leib,” I said to the old man. “Let’s talk about Benya Krik. Let’s talk about his lightning-quick beginning and his terrible end. Three shadows block the path of my…
[ . . . ] The eve of the Jewish Day of Atonement. In the morning, I wander down Gesia Street, a long thoroughfare. A few stores are still open, the majority are already closing. A tremendous human…