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Beyond the cloud upon the ocean
There’s a white and lonely sail
Let us pray and hope
lu yehi
I light a candle at my window
And its flame is shy and frail
Let us pray and hope
lu yehi
Let us…
Contributor:
Naomi Shemer
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Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1973
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Black ants crawl over nicotine-stained fingertips
dipping a mint leaf into the glass.
The alcohol dismantles Abd al-Wahab’s
“Cleopatra.”
Now all is clear
solo violin
solo flute
solo oud
we’re…
Contributor:
Ronny Someck
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1973
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We left slowly. The night was pale.
In the distance the lights flickered.
And you were all loveliness like your two eyes
With tears cupped in them.
The jackal howled as you went to the vineyard
You…
Contributor:
Haim Hefer
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1948
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The book’s name: This book [Song of Songs] is called a “song,” a noun bearing several meanings. First, it denotes music, as in the verse: all the daughters of song (Ecclesiastes 12:4), which means…
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Yoḥanan Alemanno
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ca. 1500
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You asked how an object can move without being touched, and this indeed is a puzzling matter to all sages. To explain this issue, I must first discuss some rudiments of the science of music, for if…
Contributor:
Joseph Solomon Delmedigo
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Amsterdam, Dutch Republic (Amsterdam, Netherlands)
Date:
1629
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This day is our war, my sister,
So I am far away from here.
Please keep our rendez-vous
In our tiny kitchen
Before my usual chair
Fill a glass of wine
And treat it as if I am
Sitting across from…
Contributor:
Rafael Klatchkin
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1948
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Shlomo reclines within his shrine
Woe to my days, woe to my nights
Everyone knows how he is
Nobody knows about me
Woe to my days, woe to my nights
As if it means something to anybody.
If I have a…
Contributor:
Nathan Alterman
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Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1963
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In winter, the rain beat down on the roof.
She said white was her favorite shade.
At hand he then gave her, his heart filled with joy,
A bunch of daffodils, fragrant and moist.
She laughed: “My dear…
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Uri Assaf
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1963
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Let the sun come up today,
Let the morning shine,
All the prayers and plaintive words,
Won’t bring us back to life.
For we whose light is darkened now,
Are covered by the dust,
The bitter tears…
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Yakov Rotblit
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1968
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When spring is asleep it palely awakens
In fields of fire the final battle will cease
And a wonderful morning from valley to hillside
Will rise up in singing and in joy.
The sun will stand still…
Contributor:
Dudu Barak
Places:
Jerusalem, Israel
Date:
1971