Jewish Journal

Poem: In my hands

by Simkha Shayevitch

June 17, 2015 | 2:44 pm

Simkha-Bunim Shayevitch, standing, second from left, in a pre-World War II photo. Photo is public domain

In my hands I lift

the goblet of red wine

in the middle of a field

up toward the sky

and bless the red strength

that... read full article

  • Poem: The Little Ice Age

    by Chana Bloch

    June 11, 2015 | 1:27 pm

    Europe shivered for centuries in the Little Ice Age.

    Rivers froze; crops failed;

    people chewed on pine bark, begged             

    the stubborn...

  • Ecclesiastes

    by Marcela Sulak

    May 27, 2015 | 10:03 am

    Katamon, Jerusalem

    It’s so nice to be pretty and wearing polka dots
    on a swinging dress with a small cinched waist
    pushing a blue-eyed child through...

  • A Lollipop for E.P.

    by Joshua Weiner

    May 20, 2015 | 3:24 pm

    Stuck a Chupa Chup into the ground

    Beside the grave of Ezra Pound

    Then jumped aboard the vaporetto

    To lose myself in the Jewish ghetto

    Looking for the synagogue

    That kept moving in the Venice fog

    Like an apparition in the crowd

    Where Jews were sometimes allowed.

    Joshua Weiner is the author of three books of poetry; his most recent book is “The Figure of a Man Being Swallowed by a Fish.”  He lives in Washington, D.C.

  • The New Egypt

    by Robin Becker

    May 13, 2015 | 3:54 pm

    I think of my father who believes
    a Jew can outwit fate by owning land.
    Slave to property now, I mow
    and mow, my destiny the new Egypt.
    From his...

  • Poem: Bailout Package

    by David Lehman

    May 7, 2015 | 3:45 pm

    They paid the farmer not to farm.

    They told the surgeon to do no harm.

    They paid the parishioner not to pray.

    They paid the piano player not to...

  • Poem: Lay Back the Darkness

    by Edward Hirsch

    April 23, 2015 | 1:50 pm

    My father in the night shuffling from room to room

    on an obscure mission through the hallway.

    Help me, spirits, to penetrate his dream

    and ease...

  • Like a Miracle

    by Zusman Segalovitch (survived the Holocaust; died in New York after immigrating)

    April 15, 2015 | 12:56 pm

    And still it is beautiful as a miracle
    This rosy twig of lilac…
    Even in our days
    of evil, terror and dread.

    Even in our street
    when hate swells...

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