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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…
Mendele the bookpeddler says: Whenever a Jew comes to a journey’s end, he feels as if his hips are breaking, his back aching, and his knees shaking from being crushed and squeezed…
The puritanically strict observance of the closing hour in London, the lack of continental-style coffee-houses, and perhaps also the isolated situation of the by no means untroubled British Isles may…
He came across the meadows towards the sunset, his upturned face pushed forwards catching the light, and glowing also with another radiance than the rich, reflected glory of the heavens.
A curious…
The problem of creating a body of translated literature in Yiddish is very important and must be solved systematically. This serves the interests of our original [Yiddish] literature best.
[I will…