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And the resistance, I will be asked: Where is the resistance? Could it be that the heroes are gathering in the shoe factory or in the freight yard, at least a few? Is it possible that at the ghetto’s…
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Jurek Becker
Places:
East Berlin, East Germany
(Berlin, Germany)
Date:
1969
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The Jews held cattle dealers in contempt. They considered them illiterate louts in no way different from peasants. My grandfather never let a cattle dealer into his house. Into the barn yes, but never…
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Henryk Grynberg
Places:
Los Angeles, United States of America
Date:
1970
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Ay, a lifetime buzzed away . . . what is it, all in all? A dream, a short Friday in winter. . . .
Most people start to philosophize after a savory pot roast and a shot of liquor. Reb Nakhmen the…
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Yekhiel Shraybman
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1973
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But who emptied your shoes of sand
When you had to get up, to die?
The sand which Israel gathered,
Its nomad sand?
Burning Sinai sand,
Mingled with throats of nightingales,
Mingled with wings of…
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Nelly Sachs
Places:
Frankfurt am Main, West Germany
(Stockholm, Sweden)
Date:
1947
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This urn will be made of fired clay
Of native soil, from Poland, my country
In it are lodged the ashes of my parents
My brothers, daughter, and wife.
The urn will be simple, like a jug
With a small…
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Stanislaw Wygodzki
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1948
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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…
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Arnold Slucki
Places:
Warsaw, Poland
Date:
1950
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Had I fastened
The cradle on a rafter,
And rocked it—and rocked it.
My little son, my Yankl.
But the house has vanished
Into a fiery dome,
How then can I rock
My little son, my own?
Had I…
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Shike Driz
Date:
1953
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for I. Ehrenburg
Horses weren’t made for water.
They can swim but not too far.
“Gloria” means the same as “glory”—
You will easily remember this part.
Braving the sea, a transatlantic vessel
Ra…
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Boris Slutsky
Date:
1956
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The trains watch us dreaming
in these charming meadows.
—For we don’t love eating
so much as some fellows!—
Gorging suits humans,
they crave sauce and meat.
Me, I love to chew on
grass, so green…
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Blanche Bendahan
Places:
Paris, France
Date:
1948
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They have given you French names
and made you captive, my rugged
troublesome compatriots;
your splendid beards, are epicene,
plaster white
and your angers
unclothed with Palestinian hills quite lost…
Contributor:
Irving Layton
Places:
Montreal, Canada
Date:
1956