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Poems and translations

WINTER

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With little money in a great city

There’s snow in every street Where I go up and down, And there’s no woman, man, or dog That knows me in the town. I know each shop, and all These Jews, and Russian Poles, For I go walking night and noon To spare my sack of coals.

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