Category: Borekh Olitzki (Baruch Olitzky)
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My Simple Sisters
My simple sisters, / my shepherdesses and seamstresses / with their blond braids / call to me from the sidewalks of Łodz / to make benches and straw roofs.
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Blood
Not prophets, apostles / not extinguished suns / not unfortunate mountains and valleys / have come to warn, to tell –
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Spring
Like fish with mother of pearl / clouds swim in the cool sky / and from their feathers flow / drip drops clouded with the sun / into the dark mouth of earth
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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