The old shul, the old street
I painted them just yesteryear.
Now smoke rises there, and ash
And the parokhet is lost.
I painted them just yesteryear.
Now smoke rises there, and ash
And the parokhet is lost.
Where are your Torah scrolls?
The lamps, menorahs, chandeliers?
The air, generations filled with their breath?
It evaporated in the sky.
The lamps, menorahs, chandeliers?
The air, generations filled with their breath?
It evaporated in the sky.
Trembling, I put the color,
The green color of the Ark of the Covenant.
I bowed in tears,
Alone in the shul—a last witness.
The green color of the Ark of the Covenant.
I bowed in tears,
Alone in the shul—a last witness.
(Marc Chagall, poema sobre la Gran Sinagoga de Vilna)
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