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Still, still, let us be still.
Graves grow here.
Planted by the enemy,
they blossom to the sky.
All the roads lead to Ponar,
and none returns.
Somewhere father disappeared,
disappeared with all our…
A Gift to Hofshteyn
Abishag. Little, young, warm Abishag.
Shout into the street: King David is not yet dead.
But King David wants to sleep and they won’t let him.
Adoniyahu with his gang shout my crown off my gray head…
We live in a prison. We have been degraded to the level of homeless and uncared-for animals. When we…
On the other side of the poem there is an orchard,
and in the orchard, a house with a roof of straw,
and three pine trees,
three watchmen who never speak, standing guard.
On the other side of the…
Lord God, You are very mercifulSo incline Your ears toward usAnd Remove Your Anger from usFor the Great sins that we have committed.Day and night we will pray to GodTo accept our pleas,And hear our…