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Dramatic poem by Angiolo Orvieto Music by Giacomo Orefice
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Angiolo Orvieto
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Florence, Kingdom of Italy (Florence, Italy)
Date:
1905
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Shlomo reclines within his shrine
Woe to my days, woe to my nights
Everyone knows how he is
Nobody knows about me
Woe to my days, woe to my nights
As if it means something to anybody.
If I have a…
Contributor:
Nathan Alterman
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1963
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We eat to live. The world is one vast dining room, in which each living thing both consumes and is consumed, in infinite cycles. Everything alive is a potential foodstuff. Big…
Contributor:
Aviad Kleinberg
Places:
Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
2005
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Yitzhak Klein gave such an angry kick to the garbage can that it flew straight into the middle of the sidewalk, scattering its stinking contents in all directions. Klein nearly exploded in his boiling…
Contributor:
Ephraim Kishon
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1954