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Golden Shoes The sun shone brightly in a festive way: / today is the king of Chelm’s birthday. / He observes from the terrace on high / if the folk with the new gift are drawing nigh. Read more…
About Alter Kacyzne (Alter-Sholem Katsizne) Alter-Sholem Kacyzne (Katsizne) (1885-1941) was born in Vilnius (Vilno) to a working-class family. Yiddish was his mameloshen or mother-tongue, but he taught himself Hebrew, Russian, German, Polish, and French. At age 14, he went to work in his uncle’s photography studio in Dnipro (Ekatrinoslav). He became a professional photographer, and documented Jewish life in Poland,… Read more…
From My Childhood Little things snowy white, / round as tiny stars / and sweet as sweet can be, / like saccharine pearls for tea. Read more…
To a little boy in a Jewish village Don’t cry little boy, wipe off your tears, it will soon be good / We will heal the wounds that drip with blood. Read more…
Autumn Between tree and tree exists the sky, / between sky and sky – stars / (everything taking form must ignite and be extinguished…) / leading up to houses along milky roads. Read more…
Visiting my Mama – For so long have my eyes been seeking, / awaiting some letter of yours, my son – / in the nights my heart was wakeful / and quaking like a leaf in the wind. Read more…
Evening Stroll The sky’s rouge / drew back / beneath their steps / overgrown with the sidewalks, / mingled with the dust of asphalts. Read more…
About Debora Vogel (Dvoyre Fogel) Debora Vogel (1900-1942) was born in Bursztyn (Burshtyn / Burštýn / Бурштин), then part of the Austiran Empire, now in Ukraine. During the First World War her family fled to Vienna (Wien) and then to Lwów (Lemberg / Lviv), where she spent most of her life. She studied philosophy and Polish literature and received a… Read more…
Autumn Yakov (Dzhek) Gordon The sky today is a radiantpale blueand lamb-cloud white.The sun is smilingits last, sorrowful smile. Trees stand sick and bowed,hands black and dead,eyes golden-browed.Bare and toweringthey are in the dreamof their final dreaming. All night long the winds torefrom the trees their last aliveness,their last exquisiteness,and laughing wildlyand drunk with passionand full… Read more…
Autumn Above the Jewish street, a grey cloud hovers, / spread like a dead horse across the sky. Read more…