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Shtume Shprakh (Mute Language)

By Jeremiah Hescheles

I looked around — and saw that half of my years are fading on the dirt road; that over my life, there closes, from my burial shroud, the first pale fold. So I doubled up like a swallow, that no longer finds her nest under the roof. From youth I separated in mute language — as a cow that accompanies her calf to the slaughterer’s knife.Read More







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