Tag: dogs
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Night Songs
The night – a hungry dark dog – / as licked the red blood of the west / and quietly laid down on the earth / three crows stand on my roof and curse; / one pecks at my heart, / the heart has bloodied my way now dogs lick at my ways
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Arrest
Feygele woke up from sleep / and cried, / she saw her Khayim in trouble / heard her mother cry
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Actually
Close your doors, lock all up / mad dogs are howling in this dark city / … / waking little children – making them cry / those who long have been saddened / will even sadder be