Paper Wrappers, 8vo, 7 pages. 23 cm. "But the house and the Jews are there no more.../The cap is all that remains of Jack/The house is a heap-its floors burnt black. /But deep in the cellar, day after day, / his fiddle waits for someone to play. " Reprinted from The Polish review, vol. 13, no. 2, Spring, 1968, with new pagination. The translator was a leading 20th Century Yiddish poet. OCLC lists 3 copies worldwide (Michigan, SUNY-Buffalo, HUC) . Very Good Condition. (H2-1-17) xx, OK 06/12