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Adam Zych. The Auschwitz Poems

Adam Zych. The Auschwitz Poems

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Janka Abrami: Last Lullaby
She saw the chimneys belching smoke
and the black smoke above
covering the world with a blanket of doom
obscuring the picture of God.
She held on to her mother
the terror in her dark eyes
distorting her four-year-old face
with ancient wisdom.

"I don't want to go in there for a shower,"
she cried. "I don't want to go!"

"Shash... my pet, don't cry
the water won't be cold
and I'll hold you tight,"
the woman soothed her child
as they walked into the concrete cage.

She couldn't see the chimneys any more
nor the dark clouds above
nor did she hear the moans
and the "Shema Israel" of others
as she snuggled close to her mother.
All she heard was the loving voice
whisper the last lullaby of Auschwitz:
"Shash, my darling, Shash..."


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est to obszerny tom zawierający 400 wierszy 250 poetów z całego świata: zarówno byłych więźniów obozu (m.in. Primo Leviego, Haliny Birenbaum, Charlotte Delbo, Friedricha Löwy, Tadeusza Borowskiego), jak i poetów współczesnych, w tym Noblistów (Roalda Hoffmanna, Elie Wiesela, Salvatore Quasimodo, Wisławy Szymborskiej, Czesława Miłosza). Janka Abrami: Last Lullaby She saw the chimneys belching smoke and the black smoke above covering the world with a blanket of doom obscuring the picture of God. She held on to her mother the terror in her dark eyes distorting her four-year-old face with ancient wisdom. "I don't want to go in there for a shower," she cried. "I don't want to go!" "Shash... my pet, don't cry the water won't be cold and I'll hold you tight," the woman soothed her child as they walked into the concrete cage. She couldn't see the chimneys any more nor the dark clouds above nor did she hear the moans and the "Shema Israel" of others as she snuggled close to her mother. All she heard was the loving voice whisper the last lullaby of Auschwitz: "Shash, my darling, Shash..." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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