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No sooner
Done the deed
They always proceed
To feed.
One buries one's dead --
The mourners are fed
Joseph they throw in the pit --
And sat to break bread.
As if the chow
Answers somehow
The vehement protest
Of the fellow laid to rest
And is a fitting reply
To drown the cry
Of a brother cast to die...

From the Hebrew by Yanki Tauber, originally published on www.chabad.org.

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Merosh Zurim

• The present (p. 17)

• The voice of the soil (p. 30)

• The leader (p. 34)

• The Trap of Time (p. 35)

• The Mission (p. 38)

• The Decree (p. 41)

• On the Doorways (p. 57)

• Freedom of Choice (p. 78)

• Mealtime Guests (p. 79)

• The Windmill of the Poet (p. 94)

• A Strange Sight (p. 96)

• The Foundation (p. 98)

• In Hiding (p. 113)

• Ratzo V'Shov (p. 125)