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The words of a pure woman “more precious than rubies”
whose wish is to attend to studies,
and her name is the gentle Dinah:
She seeks counsel from the wise
for she fears lest her honor may everywhere…
Contributor:
Samuel Archevolti
Places:
Padua, Venice (Padua, Italy)
Date:
1553
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You, Jerusalem, I can never forget;
Rather, I remember you in my every joy,
With tears in my eyes, which never cease.
I am moved by grief and great sadness,
Not by mockery, nor happiness:
Solely to…
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Unknown
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Ancona, Papal States (Ancona, Italy)
Date:
1556/7
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How can I hew out a song when the hammer of my senses is coated with rust? How can I play the lute when my hand is ensnared in fetters of fear? For my heart has entered the gazelle’s paved [palace]…
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Judah Zarco
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Constantinople, Ottoman Empire (Istanbul, Turkey)
Date:
1560
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O living and terrible God, replace my prison, this round pit, by a full moon and a goblet. Pray, turn the darkness of my hell into a shining light, and this dwelling-place of dusk into an orchard, a…
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Judah Zarco
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Constantinople, Ottoman Empire (Istanbul, Turkey)
Date:
1560
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Every day, I ask all those that pass by the shepherd’s tents,
What is all this, why is all this?
Has my beloved had a change of heart, and abandoned his flock forever,
And rejected them, and…
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Judah Alkaletz
Places:
Algiers, Ottoman Empire (Algiers, Algeria)
Date:
Early 17th Century
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When I see Hannah in full light, when I remember Naomi, perfect in splendour—my soul is aflame for Hannah, my spirit is kindled for Naomi.Here I am, sitting on the fence: Hannah, as of today, is my…
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Immanuel Frances
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17th Century
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As on this month’s last day,
the moon is waning,
make my sins wane, O Lord,
my merits flourish.
I know my heart is hard—
a wicked web whose threads are sin—
and I deserve the fire
for weaving wrong…
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Leone Modena
Places:
Venice, Venice (Venice, Italy)
Date:
17th Century
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Here is the infamous [city] gate,
the one of the olive branch and the sword,
for those who leave, it is so closed
and for those who enter, so open.
If in you peace is exiled
you cannot offer that…
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João Pinto Delgado
Places:
Antwerp, Dutch Republic (Antwerp, Belgium)
Date:
17th Century
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At the time when the florid season,
joyful springtime of life,
the tender infancy of its ardent age,
made its first step in the Orient
placing flower before Aprils
to my first juvenile…
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Diego Basurto Henríquez
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Rouen, France
Date:
1649
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From the balcony, Fuad was heard to groan, “That’s all we need today. Ya rab, that’s all we need.”
Shoshana was frightened. “What’s happened?”
“Come see.”
Her two sons hurried before her. Over their…
Contributor:
Sami Michael
Places:
Haifa, Israel
Date:
1977