Tag: Grandpa
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Warsaw Themes
Not for nothing do childish cries / sound against my blue windows all night // In the morning a mother tossed her 6-day old child / on to the corner of Karmelicka Street
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When from my little village I was parted / My grandfather took me to the lake / the spring sun warmed the blue sky / He handed me a note when we said goodbye
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What Does This Old Gray Jew Want From Me?
What does this old gray Jew want from me / who comes to me to visit every night / and weighs me down with sadness and dark fears / with eyes black holes with tears