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“The living faith has vanished. . . . All that remains is poetry!” A superficial observer of life in the ghetto might come to more or less the same conclusion about the way…
At midnight a soft hand touched me: “Get up.” I stepped outside the silent sleeping barracks and saw: Azrael, the angel who reigns over the dead rushed down from the night firmament, all revenge…
When we were the persecuted
I was one of you
How can I remain one
when you become the persecutors?
Your longing was
to become like other nations
who murdered you
Now you have become like them
You…
This is November
Season of mills.
Wind of the black early morning services.
Cemetery
And thousandnightliness
Of the childish little candles,
And their fear.
Trudging now
Through the…
Back in Vienna again, on my way home from a visit to the outer districts of the city, I was unexpectedly caught in a heavy shower of rain that sent people running from its wet whiplash to take refuge…
Almighty ruler of armies, you who reign mightily
In heaven and on earth, I raise my prayer to you
From the depths of a mother’s heart.
Turn your presence toward me
And hear me in your mercy.
Follow…
Jeremiah:Not now the time for beginnings. The end draws nigh.The Mother:It is time! It is time! Long since have you grown to manhood. The house has need of a wife, and of children to raise up seed to…
This was the psychological state we were in when the war arrived. The war was not a political issue for us. We were thinking neither about the question of war guilt nor about a victorious outcome; we…
French and Russian they matter not,A blow for a blow and a shot for a shot;We love them not, we hate them not.We hold the Weichsel and Vosges-gate,We have but one—and only hate,We love as one, we hate…
[ . . . ] Got together with Werner this afternoon; he wants me to become active in the [Social Democratic] party. Had a discussion about historical materialism that was quite interesting to me. [ . .…