This poem was written in tribute to the victims of the Kishinev pogrom. Arise and go now to the city of slaughter;Into its courtyard wind thy way;There with thine own hand touch, and with the eyes of thine head,Behold on tree, on stone, on fence, on mural clay,The spattered blood and dried brains of the…

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