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The word of the Lord came to me: Now you, O mortal, intone a dirge over Tyre. Say to Tyre:
O you who dwell at the gateway of the sea,
Who trade with the peoples on many coastlands:
Thus said the…
When I crossed the ocean, I carried with me the habit of speaking to the shadows, and it became my way of life. I look up at the stars that were extinguished long ago. For me they still shine with the…
After you, the killed of the Ukraine;After you, butcheredIn a mound in Gorodishche,The Dnieper town . . .KaddishNo! Heavenly tallow, don’t lick my gummy beards.Out of my mouth’s brown streams of…
Let us chant, my brothers,
this dirge together,
for God severed our hands
by this disaster.
I wipe the dust off my books
with a small t-shirt, an old t-shirt
which was once my son’s. We have
more dust this summer than last,
and its composition is different…
A Gift to Hofshteyn