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I lived, but as for living I was shiftless in my life,
knew always I’d be buried here when all was done,
that year layers itself upon year, clod on clod, stone on stone,
that in the chill and wormy…
Contributor:
Miklós Radnóti
Places:
Budapest, Hungary
Date:
1937
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My red blood is dripping, slowly flowing,
My panting heart slowly calms down in peace,
I lie here peacefully on a narrow stretcher,
And my hazy eyes gaze into the distance.
My red blood is dripping…
Contributor:
Avigdor Hameiri
Places:
Budapest, Austro-Hungarian Empire (Budapest, Hungary)
Date:
1915
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Just walk on, condemned to die!
in woods where winds and catscreams wail,
sentence in darkened lines
shall fall upon the pines;
hunchbacked with fear the road turns pale.
Just shrivel up, you…
Contributor:
Miklós Radnóti
Places:
Budapest, Hungary
Date:
1936
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our lightless awful days are passing
splinters of memories prick our brains
daily our Creator beats us using both hands
we are his dry weeds husked to the core
for us fire is no fire for us it is…
Contributor:
Stefánia Mándy
Places:
Auschwitz-Birkenau, General Government (Auschwitz concentration camp, Poland)
Date:
1944
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You’re so brave, you camp-followers of Cain—
after Baudelaire, yet! Shit-shoveling first father,
your visa was validated
when that cretinous cudgel whammed the wandering
flock’s shepherd, that day…
Contributor:
István Vas
Places:
Budapest, Hungary
Date:
1983
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Dark-faced foreigners have flooded the city. They go about rushing through the boulevards, but in the suburbs they already stop to congregate, talk in a strong and loud voice, heavily gesticulating. I…
Contributor:
Sándor Bródy
Places:
Budapest, Austro-Hungarian Empire (Budapest, Hungary)
Date:
1915
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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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There was no doubt of it, the dark coat on the rack could mean only one thing: a guest had arrived, an unusual guest at that, because the coat was stern-looking, grim, quite unlike the coat that…
Contributor:
Péter Nádas
Places:
Budapest, Hungary
Date:
1986