Babi Yar

Shike Driz

1953

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 fastened
The cradle on a little tree,
And rocked it and rocked it
My little son, my Shleyml.
But nothing was left.
Not a thread from a sheet;
Nothing…
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