Those who have ravaged your house, razed your quiet flocks with smoke, made pigsties out of your synagogues will die a hundred times before your vengeance will rise up and blossom, your time-ripened patient vengeance I, a little man, a passing creature, stand and curse: Pour out thy wrath – this very moment. You stretch […]

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