Monday, July 21, 2014

Farewell Comments

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Oh, not to mourn for you I come, city of my song.
For wet is still your soil, though your face is scorched.
I want to enter you like a night with glowing stars,
To shine into all windowpanes,
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Abraham Sutzkever

Abraham Sutzkever

Smorgon, Russian Empire
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