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Trees cry for rain
And mountains for air.
So cry my eyes
For you, dear Mother;
So cry my eyes
For you, dear Mother.
I turn and I ask what will become of me.
In Polish lands
I am destined to die.
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Contributor:
Koro Saloniko
Places:
Auschwitz-Birkenau, General Government for the Occupied Polish Region (Auschwitz concentration camp, Poland)
Date:
1944
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O mother
what have I left out
O mother
what have I forgotten
O mother
farewell
with a long black shoe
farewell
with Communist Party and a broken stocking
farewell
with six dark hairs on the wen of…
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Allen Ginsberg
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1959
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The dreadful angel in me is invisible
today, his screeching almost still.
You startle at its whisper. Is it
someone come to pay a visit
or a grasshopper tapping at the sill?
It’s he. Oh, he is…
Contributor:
Miklós Radnóti
Places:
Budapest, Hungary
Date:
1943
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With zeal and zest I threw myself into the work to help assemble archive materials. I was entrusted to be the custodian, I hid the material. Besides me, no one knew. I confided only in my friend Hersh…
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Israel Lichtenstein
Places:
Warsaw, General Government for the Occupied Polish Region (Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1942
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Now in the suburbs and the falling light
I followed him, and now down sandy road
Whiter than bone-dust, through the sweet
Curdle of fields, where the plums
Dropped with their load of ripeness, one by…
Contributor:
Stanley Kunitz
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1942
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Harry was the only person who knew that he and his father had quarrelled shortly before the accident that ended the old man’s life took place; this was something that Harry was to keep secret for the…
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Ronald Segal
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1958
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The bathroom looked as though some spiteful thug had left his calling card after having robbed the house. As my father was tended to and he was what counted, I would just as soon have nailed the door…
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Philip Roth
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1991
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When an Israeli soldier dies in the line of duty, three officers come to your house and sit in your living room and tell you about it. Imagine how many times that scene has been played out in Israeli…
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Edeet Ravel
Places:
Guelph, Canada
Date:
2003
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Immediately I grabbed the man, gripped him, pressed him to me with all my stomach muscles, the way a carpenter, after applying the metal vise to the cupboard that suddenly collapsed, twists and…
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Hamutal Bar-Yosef
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Beersheba, Israel
Date:
1990
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Household of eight.
Beds are two.
When it gets late,
What do they do?
Three with father,
Three with mother:
Limbs
Over each other.
When it’s night
And they go to bed,
Mother begins
To wish she…
Contributor:
Avrom Reyzen
Places:
Warsaw, Russian Empire (Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1899