Celia Dropkin (translated from the Yiddish by Faith Jones, Jennifer Kronovet, & Samuel Solomon)
A fear was growing in my heart: I smelled the putrid odor of my grave around me.
from the book The Acrobat / Tebot Bach

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Jennifer Kronovet on Celia Dropkin's "A Fear Growing in My Heart"
Photo: Jennifer Kronovet
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sad every afternoon of my life. Outside a child runs in the grass. Soon I will appear and call her to me.

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