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The whole day
In the roads’ realm
The whole day
Facing only wind
Just a narrow ditch between road and shoulder
Just young lids between sun and eye
What in the world
Can be more beautiful?
Translated…
Dearest Kitty,
Mr. Bolkestein, the Cabinet Minister, speaking on the Dutch broadcast from London, said that after the war a collection would be made of diaries and letters…
“It was then the morning of the second day of the war in Jerusalem. The horizon paled in the east. We were at the climax of the battle on Ammunition Hill. We’d been fighting there for three hours. A…
The old man Moshe Sefardnick sits in the rear of the place on a camp stool. There is never any work for him to do and indeed he is too old for it, too bewildered. The old man has never been able to…
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…
Formations of soldiers faced each other across the floor, taking cover in domino houses and bunkers of colored blocks. Yurik and Kazik lay by their soldiers. [ . . . ]
But Kazik had stopped playing…
A young man graduates and heads off to get damaged
He’s got nothing urgent for now and though they push him around he manages
He has no water in his knees
He has no plaster in his joints
He’ll be…
Now we resemble a city under siege, one whose enemies swarm toward it from all directions.
And if, in the meantime, we are forced to confront the tanks armed only with Molotov bottles, then we must…
Oded talked about the team, about the next day’s game. Surprised at Micky’s indifference, he suddenly stopped and looked at him closely. There was an insulted expression on his face, as if Micky had…
In ascetic silence, in stony skirts,God’s handmaid falls on her face—Flash of an empty night, a forlorn desert waste,Shards of sunset upon the rocks.This land. Trodden, just like this, by a wandering…