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Poem by Marie Syrkin in memory of her son Benyah Phineas Syrkin Bodansky:
I have never gone back to Ithaca,
Afraid of the small headstone, the weed-choked plot.
Now there is a plaque with your name
In a kindergarten in Jerusalem.
In Jerusalem
In a house for children
With eyes dark as yours,
Prattling in Hebrew
And laughing,
I took heart to face your name:
Benyah
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Poem by Marie Syrkin in memory of her son Benyah Phineas Syrkin Bodansky:
I have never gone back to Ithaca,
Afraid of the small headstone, the weed-choked plot.
Now there is a plaque with your name
In a kindergarten in Jerusalem.
In Jerusalem
In a house for children
With eyes dark as yours,
Prattling in Hebrew
And laughing,
I took heart to face your name:
Benyah
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