Non Omnis Moriar

Zuzanna Ginczanka

1942

Non omnis moriar. My grand estate— 

Tablecloth meadows, invincible wardrobe castles, 

Acres of bedsheets, finely woven linens, 

And dresses, colorful dresses—will survive me. 

I leave no heirs. 

So let your hands rummage through Jewish things, 

You, Chomin’s wife from Lvov, you mother of a volksdeutscher. 

May these things be useful to you and yours, 

For…

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