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Many years later, in London, Father was once again revealed to me in that long-ago evening in Ramat Poriya, sitting on the fence with the Kinnereth lying like a carcass behind him, but this time the…
At the last council meeting of the Histadrut, the question of cultural work was on the agenda for the first time. This time it was impossible to discuss only the formal and technical aspects of our…
This year I traveled a long way
to view the silence of my city.
A baby calms down when you rock it, a city calms down
from the distance. I dwelled in longing. I played the hopscotch
of the four…
More than once I began writing to you, and each time I took my pen in my hand I felt in my inner heart that in writing I will say nothing—to see you face to face, heart to heart, and to fall on each…
But must we conclude—as many think—that Halachah and Aggadah are two irreconcilable opposites?
Those who so conclude are confusing accident and form with substance; as who should declare the ice and…
Last Saturday night, the “Amateurs of the Hebrew Stage” in Jerusalem staged Molière’s comedy Harpagon [The Miser].1 A large and diverse audience of Jerusalemites filled the hall. It would seem that…
It is not enough to see a statue. A statue has to be sensed with the fingertips. In our imagination we touch the statue, caress it, examine its rounded and hollow surfaces, and by doing so our sense…
I am exceedingly green: chill green.
What have I to do
with all the greenishness of chance?
I am the green-source, the green-self,
one and incomparable.
In recent years, a time when the branches of science planted in the vineyard of the Enlightenment stretch out to our brethren in our land [i.e., the Russian Empire], and many eat their fruit, and many…
I received your inquiry in which you asked me to express my opinion . . . concerning a curtain with multicolored images that was designated a Torah curtain, and which has been used for some time for…