“From the whole world, barefoot scouts will come with green willow-branches to your gold-stripped temple. And everyone will dip into your heart for a handful of ash to light his long slumber.”
– Abraham Sutzkever, “Farewell,” 1943-44. (A. Sutzkever: Selected Poetry and Prose, trans. Barbara Harshav and Benjamin Harshav)
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