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Written by Primo Levi | Create an image from this poem

The Survivor

 I am twenty-four
led to slaughter
I survived.
The following are empty synonyms: man and beast love and hate friend and foe darkness and light.
The way of killing men and beasts is the same I've seen it: truckfuls of chopped-up men who will not be saved.
Ideas are mere words: virtue and crime truth and lies beauty and ugliness courage and cowardice.
Virtue and crime weigh the same I've seen it: in a man who was both criminal and virtuous.
I seek a teacher and a master may he restore my sight hearing and speech may he again name objects and ideas may he separate darkness from light.
I am twenty-four led to slaughter I survived.
Written by Primo Levi | Create an image from this poem


 You who live secure
In your warm houses
Who return at evening to find
Hot food and friendly faces:

Consider whether this is a man,
Who labours in the mud
Who knows no peace
Who fights for a crust of bread
Who dies at a yes or a no.
Consider whether this is a woman, Without hair or name With no more strength to remember Eyes empty and womb cold As a frog in winter.
Consider that this has been: I commend these words to you.
Engrave them on your hearts When you are in your house, when you walk on your way, When you go to bed, when you rise.
Repeat them to your children.
Or may your house crumble, Disease render you powerless, Your offspring avert their faces from you.
Translated by Ruth Feldman And Brian Swann
Written by Primo Levi | Create an image from this poem


 In the brutal nights we used to dream
Dense violent dreams,
Dreamed with soul and body:
To return; to eat; to tell the story.
Until the dawn command Sounded brief, low 'Wstawac' And the heart cracked in the breast.
Now we have found our homes again, Our bellies are full, We're through telling the story.
It's time.
Soon we'll hear again The strange command: 'Wstawac' Translated by Ruth Feldman And Brian Swann
Written by Primo Levi | Create an image from this poem

The Survivor

 Once more he sees his companions' faces
Livid in the first faint light,
Gray with cement dust,
Nebulous in the mist,
Tinged with death in their uneasy sleep.
At night, under the heavy burden Of their dreams, their jaws move, Chewing a non-existant turnip.
'Stand back, leave me alone, submerged people, Go away.
I haven't dispossessed anyone, Haven't usurped anyone's bread.
No one died in my place.
No one.
Go back into your mist.
It's not my fault if I live and breathe, Eat, drink, sleep and put on clothes.