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Rabbi Ezekiel of Kozmir and his followers were great believers in the divine principle of joyousness.
Reb Ezekiel himself was a giant of a man, standing a full head above his Chasidic followers, and…
“Even if you kill us, we will leave traces,” insists the poet. Poems such as this one affirm the power of humanity even in the midst of atrocities committed by neighbors.
Silence, and a starry night
Frost crackling, fine as sand.
Remember how I taught you
To hold a gun in your hand?
In fur jacket and beret,
Clutching a hand grenade,
A girl whose skin is velvet
Ambus…
As you die there in agony, brother,
Don’t be calling your comrades in vain.
Let me warm my hands on your body,
Make good use of the blood from your veins.
Stop crying, stop groaning, don’t be a…
As [Saul] turned around to leave Samuel, God gave him another heart; [ . . . ]. And when they came there, to the Hill, he saw a band of prophets coming toward him. Thereupon the spirit of God…
From Hoza Street and Marszalkowska
carts were moving, Jewish carts:
furniture, tables and chairs,
suitcases, bundles
and chests, boxes and bedding,
suits and portraits,
pots, linen and wall…
Thus said my Lord God of Hosts: Go in to see that steward, that Shebna, in charge of the palace:
What have you here, and whom have you here,
That you have hewn out a tomb for yourself here?—
O…
[ . . . ] There are moments when the pile of worn clothing in the center of the rag room bestirs itself suddenly like a volcano and sends a pervasive fear throughout the large room. The…
The cartwheels rush,
quivering.
What is their burden?
Shoes, shivering.
The cart is like
a great hall:
the shoes crushed together
as though at a ball.
A wedding? A party?
Have I gone blind?
Who…
This episode occurred on Deribasov Street, about two years after the beginning of our story.
At that time our editorial office was located at the upper end of the street, in the…