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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…
Contributor:
Uri Assaf
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1963
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In history class
I draw a Latin-American moustache
On Titus Aspasianus;
Miriam, who under her flannel shirt
Is beginning to show development,
Is making vulgar contours
Onto the sculpture of his bust…
Contributor:
Haim Be’er
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1970
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You’ve grown
but not
grown up
You’re ripe
as earth is raw
where roots probe deep
Like all roots
you probe
in deep darkness
Translated by Marcia Falk.
Contributor:
Malka Heifetz Tussman
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Berkeley, United States of America
Date:
1974
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“It was then the morning of the second day of the war in Jerusalem. The horizon paled in the east. We were at the climax of the battle on Ammunition Hill. We’d been fighting there for three hours. A…
Contributor:
Yoram Taharlev
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1967
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A young man graduates and heads off to get damaged
He’s got nothing urgent for now and though they push him around he manages
He has no water in his knees
He has no plaster in his joints
He’ll be…
Contributor:
David Avidan
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Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1978
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She was still upset,
she wanted to tell me,
she kept remembering
his terrible hands:
how she came, a young girl
of seventeen, a freckled
fairskinned Jew from Kovno
to Hamburg with her uncle
and…
Contributor:
Ruth Whitman
Places:
Cambridge, United States of America
Date:
1980
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When I came back, he was gone.
My mother was in the bathroom
crying, my sister in her crib
restless but asleep. The sun
was shining in the bay window,
the grass had just been cut.
No one mentioned…
Contributor:
Ira Sadoff
Places:
Waterville, United States of America
Date:
1975
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Technically I was a man.This spindly squeaky thing with the Adam’s-apple accent was, by virtue of being thirteen and bar-mitzvahed, a technical man.And so the phone call came: they needed a tenth for…
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Albert Goldbarth
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Wichita, United States of America
Date:
1990
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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…
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Ronny Someck
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1973