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I always thought
I had been here before.
Each year of my patched-up life
I mended the fabrics
of my decrepit, tattered world.
In memory I recognized faces and smiles,
even my father and mother…
Contributor:
Jacob Glatstein
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1943
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“Even if you kill us, we will leave traces,” insists the poet. Poems such as this one affirm the power of humanity even in the midst of atrocities committed by neighbors.
Contributor:
Zuzanna Ginczanka
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1942