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Translations into Yiddish

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Hipsters - Moyshe Nadir

hipsters* they sit in pairs and throuples. and chatter, chatter, chatter. sadness sits between them. and looks them in the eye. they sit...

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Ingathering of Miseries - Moyshe Nadir

Homeless pains wandered through me, unable to find the place where they belong. Miseries without a fatherland or home. They dragged...

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Canine Love - Moyshe Nadir

That which I endeavor to tell here is barely suitable to be printed. We went for a stroll, my hound and I. He is so faithful and thinks...

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Still, Life - Moyshe Nadir

“In life,” a jug has a handle. So that you can hold it when you go draw water. But in the image, on the painted jug, you don’t need a...

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The Landlord of Dirt - Moyshe Nadir

Should I take strange worms and offer them the apples on my apple tree to eat? Of course not. Should I allow them to build a nest in my...

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For Example - Moyshe Nadir

For example. What if a person stood in one spot, growing into the earth like a tree, and milling about with the fields of rye and wheat,...

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On Speaking - Moyshe Nadir

The point is not the word, but where it is spoken. When I say a word on the mountaintop that I have said in the valley, it is not the...

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Thus Spake an Artist, a Greenwich Villager - Moyshe Nadir

Thus Spake an Artist, a Greenwich Villager I have. I have in my home. I have in my home an old violin which cannot be played for it has...