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O my soul’s beloved, merciful father, drag your servant to do your will!
Your…
If we sang praises to the Lord
Every day with as much care
As He takes in giving us joy
And in showing His favor in every part of our lives,
Then our suffering would not be relentless
And no great…
Why, death, do you tarry so?
Why does your chariot come so slow?
Old age has prepared for me
Every illness and complaint.
What good are my hundred years?
If such pain I undergo—
Why, death…
A woman beautiful in every way
I give you—pedigreed, with every skill—
And all you want to know is what’s the dowry!
That’s not the way to think; that’s faulty judgment.
If you’d appraise her…
I have set this stone as a weight, not as a memorial, over my wife’s grave, lest (God forbid!) she rise from the dead and come back home.
Who is like You [see Exodus 15:11]; there is none like You,
Who is similar to You; there is none similar to You
God, God, the Lord [see Psalms 50:1],
High above all high ones [see Psalms 113:4]…
This is a story that begins with J. It was the fifteenth of July 1930.
It’s about J; it’s about a consonant still a little vowelish, a little i-ish in the aftermath of a magic philology.
Were I not…
The fourth letter, ד, has the shape of an open doorway and its name, דָּלֶת, dalet, is cognate with דֶּלֶת [deles], door. The ד also alludes to דַּל, pauper, who knocks on doors, begging for alms. In…
World, they say it is your birthday,
a thousand years for each day of genesis
and we are using you up. But they have promised
that the next one will be better.
Oh End of Days, with your new earth
a…
Illustration from the children’s book The Wanderings of the Little Blue Butterfly in Fairyland, first published in Budapest, Hungary, in 1912.
