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“As you see me, I’m on my way to Corfu . . . for the present. The season begins before times become intolerable for me at the Ehrenberg house.”
“No one is demanding,” replied Frau Ehrenberg gently,…
The golden noon of the desert beats down silently
On the fields of sand.
Weary skies
Move palely
Over the stillness.
The sun’s step
Strides silently in golden shoes.
Camel footsteps cover the…
I saw my father drowning
In surging days.
His weak hand gave a last white flutter
In the distance—
And he was gone.
I kept on alone
Along the shore,
A boy still,
With small, thin legs,
And have…
Café Sport is another scene. A scene, because that is where the artists and intellectuals go to be seen. Taking part is what matters, not winning. It is like sport, which is where the café got its…
Day unto day bequeaths its fading sun,
and night after night laments for night.
Summer after summer is gathered in fall
and the world in its sorrow gives song.
Tomorrow we’ll die, the word in us…
Most of the way by tram till outside the city. Endless streets and alleys. But now the last stops come. Here’s the remise, the resting place of these tram cars, where they look like animals in…
With gentle fingers
The rain is softly
Playing sad melodies
On the black instrument of night.
We are sitting in the darkness,
Each in his own house
(The children have fallen asleep)
Listening…
A printing error? Are your eyes getting weaker? No! You have read entirely correctly—although you may find this headline irresponsible, although . . . you find no words. Is it not precisely mistrust…
The Satisfied One:I am gratified by the success in Vienna of The Diary of Anne Frank. It is a harrowing play. And it…
Under the roof of the oldest synagogue in Prague (the Altneuschul), because of the belief that misfortune would meet the workers, there is preserved, in its primeval form and color, a piece of trunk…