My Epitaph All things are full of weariness—Ecclesiastes My epitaph is a wild plant that growsin the kingdom of sadness and regret—A smile slinks past like a foxand is lost among gray […]
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My Epitaph All things are full of weariness—Ecclesiastes My epitaph is a wild plant that growsin the kingdom of sadness and regret—A smile slinks past like a foxand is lost among gray […]
The following poems are taken from Abraham Sutzkever’s collection, Poems from My Diary.
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