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Now, when my vision turns in on itself, My shocked eyes open, all their members see My heart has fallen like a mirror on A stone and shatters, ringing, into splinters. Certainly, not every shard is…

Contributor:

Peretz Markish

Places:

Kúibyshev, USSR (Samara, Russia)

Date:

1943

Subjects:

Mourning, Meditation, Wisdom, Psychology, Philosophy

Categories:

Poetry, Literature