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Birds are drowsing on the branches.
Sleep, my darling child.
At your cradle, in the field,
A stranger sits and sings.
Once you had another cradle
Woven out of joy.
And your mother, oh your mother
W…
Contributor:
Leah Rudnitsky
Places:
Wilno, Republic of Poland (Vilnius, Lithuania)
Date:
ca. 1942
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He remembers well how for the first time in his life he tried to cross the big street in Baghdad. With one hand his mother held onto him and with the other she held her long and wide cape, looked…
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Shalom Darwish
Places:
Baghdad, Iraq
Date:
1948
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The people I love the best
jump into work head first
without dallying in the shallows
and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.
They seem to become natives of that element,
the black sleek…
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Marge Piercy
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Date:
1973
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Ah, sullied, polluted,
Overbearing city!
She has been disobedient,
Has learned no lesson;
She has not trusted in the Lord,
Has not drawn near to her God.
The officials within her
Are roaring lions…
Places:
Land of Israel (Israel)
Date:
Biblical Period
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This wonder, this marvel,
which the deceitful fantasy
Basilisk or Asp believes it to be,
is an error of understanding:
Since if one considers it carefully,
the Divine Providence
is rewarding your…
Contributor:
Isabel Enríquez
Places:
Amsterdam, Dutch Republic (Amsterdam, Netherlands)
Date:
ca. 1670
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We shall live in the shade of the graceful doe and, living there, shall be sustained. We shall walk through darkness by her light, with never-ending joy. When she laughs, we will burst into song; when…
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David Onkinerah
Places:
Salonika, Ottoman Empire (Thessaloniki, Greece)
Date:
16th Century
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Why is my back loaded with fine flour, while in my mouth there is no bread at all, but only straw? I drink well-water, though I carry wine. And the stick goes on fracturing my skull!
I live in rubble…
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Samuel Archevolti
Places:
Padua, Venice (Padua, Italy)
Date:
End of the 16th Century
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In April 1942, after months of probing and letter writing, Mother and Mrs. Gerber received letters telling them that Father’s troop was in a Russian prison camp. However, no word came from either of…
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Aranka Siegal
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1981
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I am not I
when called to account—
plaster over, dumbly benched
the corrosive ardency
of blinkered identification.
To affirm nothing, a veil
of asymptotic bent,
prattling over-
tunes in the striated…
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Charles Bernstein
Places:
Philadelphia, United States of America
Date:
1997
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Dad and Nimrod had an agreed-upon whistle. When dad whistled that whistle, even from a distance, Nimrod would immediately leap up from his place and race toward him. Dad said that this was the whistle…
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Yaacov Shavit
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1987