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Still, still, let us be still.
Graves grow here.
Planted by the enemy,
they blossom to the sky.
All the roads lead to Ponar,
and none returns.
Somewhere father disappeared,
disappeared with all our…
Contributor:
Shmerke Kaczerginski
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…
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Stanley Kunitz
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1942
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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, German-occupied Poland
(Auschwitz concentration camp, Poland)
Date:
1944
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Let us chant, my brothers,
this dirge together,
for God severed our hands
by this disaster.
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Unknown
Places:
Paris, Kingdom of France
(Paris, France)
Date:
ca. 1827
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For my daughter Nedjé
and for her husband Armand Bengui.
Where word and spirit make feeling divine
I see creation and I see poetry . . .
But I know I risk the sin of heresy
If I say the words and…
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Sadia Lévy
Date:
1957
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When I came back, he was gone.
My mother was in the bathroom
crying, my sister in her crib
restless but asleep. The sun
was shining in the bay window,
the grass had just been cut.
No one mentioned…
Contributor:
Ira Sadoff
Places:
Waterville, United States of America
Date:
1975
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You Will Be Wrapped in Silk
“And how do you merit to live so long?”
—Because I know there is need to consider.
At my birth someone said, “He will be wrapped
in silk.” And now the guests are…
Contributor:
Allen Grossman
Places:
Chelsea, United States of America
Date:
2003
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I won’t be around forever, Mother said.
One day I’m going to die, so I might
as well nag you a little bit more,
while I have the chance. And when
I’m dead you’ll have to rely on someone else
to tell…
Contributor:
Hal Sirowitz
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1995
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Various eggplant recipes have been passed down to us.
the first is one inherited from the late Morena:
you cut it into slices and throw them into the main dish
for that is how she was taught her by…
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Unknown
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16th Century
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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 Reisen
Places:
Warsaw, Russian Empire
(Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1899