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And so its pain is unremitting, like an amputated leg
This ash and feathery void chafes at us,
They say two willows were seen in Mazowsze
wearing green prayer shawls also a market stall
in the middle…
Contributor:
Arnold Slucki
Places:
Warsaw, Poland
Date:
1950
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You will come back.
You will, with God’s help, come back
With a far-off, alien look.
(I’m preparing myself,
I already know,
I’ve seen how they come back.)
You will sit in your regular chair, unsure
A…
Contributor:
Malka Heifetz Tussman
Places:
Los Angeles, United States of America
Date:
1944
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How long this staring through a window
In an alley-way by few remembered,
Into the obscure, into a room
Empty of all but its walls
Where pictures hang all in shadow
But for one of mild eyes wide,
As…
Contributor:
Isaac Imber
Places:
Jerusalem, Israel
Date:
1990
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Without Jews, no Jewish God.
If, God forbid, we should quit
this world, Your poor tent’s light
would out.
Abraham knew You in a cloud:
since then, You are the flame
of our face, the rays
our eyes…
Contributor:
Jacob Glatstein
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1946
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When I was twelve, I read The Diary of Anne Frank.
I identified with her having to live
stories above a busy street
over a business, and having to keep quiet
for hours at a time.
I’d pad about on…
Contributor:
Jane Shore
Places:
Chevy Chase, United States of America
Date:
1996
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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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For Jews, the Cossacks are always coming.
Therefore I think the sun spot on my arm
is melanoma. Therefore I celebrate
New Year’s Eve by counting
my annual dead.
My mother, when she was dying…
Contributor:
Linda Pastan
Places:
Potomac, United States of America
Date:
2002
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How and with what will you fill
Your cup on the day you’re free?
Will you in your joy still
Hear the scream of the past
Where the skulls of chained days
Clot in bottomless pits?
Searching…
Contributor:
Abraham Sutzkever
Places:
Wilno, Poland (Vilnius, Lithuania)
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
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…I remember a woman
who sat on the pot where the apples cooked in the cold
basement, her face black from smoke. And here, near this brick
building with a red tile roof, is one of our family, Mausha
V…
Contributor:
Myra Sklarew
Places:
Washington, United States of America
Date:
1995