Tag: poverty
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Landscapes
On an evening twilight corner / flames arise with thousand eyes / and the sky blue and blueness / the wandering Romani wildness / the moon
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My Synagogue
My “shul” is my poor home / the yard, the streets of the city; / the streets surrounding were like stone tablets / like stone tablets marked with blood
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Don’t Cry Child
Don’t cry child / autumn will not live long in our land / he is like a poor man who is blind / the wind leads him by his hand
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He and I
Every evening we meet on a busy street / as he scurries along like a beggar along walls / and his eyes carry sorrow / and heavy it weighs in his silent hands
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I Had a Home
Once I had a home, a warm safe place / a bit of furnishings like poor people have / securely fastened roots of a tree / I had tied to my poverty