Journalism
Morris Rosenfeld
Written today, and read today, And stale the news tomorrow!— Upon the sands I build… I play! I play, and weep in sorrow: “Ah God, dear God! to find cessation From this soul-crushing occupation! If but one year ere Thou dost call me Thither, Lord, at this blighting task let me not wither.”
Translated by Rose Pastor Stokes and Helena Frank
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