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The question arises: How did my mother, who, with her first husband, the feldsher, resided in spacious rooms, with brass handles on the doors, come to be with Father, a village Jew who…
When God’s holy law is read out
Do you think I forget one bold lust?
And enjoying each lust with fearing,
Do you think I know not God’s law?
Translated by David Soeterndorp.
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…
The only garden left in our walled-up town was the old cemetery, whose earliest graves dated back to the thirteenth century. It was densely overgrown. Picking one’s way to its remoter corners meant…
Bread and cheese and honey on a simple table.
The tea beckons golden
In two thin glasses.
Green, cool and fresh,
The water jug, veiled in dew.
On the edge a woman’s handkerchief.
Next to it, a…
This erotic illustration by Joseph Chaikov was made for a lavish edition of the biblical Song of Songs published by the Yiddish Kultur-lige in Kiev in 1918–1919. The forms of the embracing couple here…
My Astarte, won’t you tell me: from where
Did you come to us in this valley? Was it in the hand of a merchant (Canaanite) of Sidon
From [the] city stronghold of the sea, through waves of agate…
I have my mother’s black hair and green eyes,
my father’s delicate thin hands
and blood that sings and flares,
blood of grandfathers—Jews along the Dnieper;
on my head, the many nights with friends
s…
Love is a net that nature spreads out in order to multiply humankind. (Love also exists among animals.) Only complete love is true love. True love does not have any higher or lower…