Holocaust Poems Poems - Poems about Holocaust Poems

World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems - VI - Chaim Nachman Bialik, Erich Fried After My Death by Chaim Nachman Bialik translation by Michael R. Burch Say this when you eulogize me: Here was a man—now, poof, he's gone! He died before his time. The music of his life suddenly ground to a halt... Such a pity! There was another...

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World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems V - Ber Horvitz, Yitzkhak Viner, Franta Bass Der Himmel "The Heavens" by Ber Horvitz loose translation by Michael R. Burch These skies are leaden, heavy, gray... I long for a pair of deep blue eyes. The birds have fled far overseas; tomorrow I'll migrate too, I said... These gloomy autumn days it rains and rains. Woe to the bird Who...

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World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems - IV - Primo Levi Shema by Primo Levi translation by Michael R. Burch You who live secure in your comfortable houses, who return each evening to find warm food, welcoming faces... consider whether this is a man: who toils in the mud, who knows no peace, who fights for crusts of bread, who dies...

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World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems - III - Miklos Radnoti Miklos Radnoti was one of the greatest of the Jewish Holocaust poets. He died on a Nazi death march, shot to death in cold blood, and the poems below were found on his body by his wife after the war ended. Postcard 1 by Miklós...

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World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems II - Bertolt Brecht The Burning of the Books by Bertolt Brecht loose translation by Michael R. Burch When the Regime commanded the unlawful books to be burned, teams of dull oxen hauled huge cartloads to the bonfires. Then a banished writer, one of the best, scanning the list of excommunicated texts, became enraged...

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World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems (I) These are poems about World War II and the Holocaust, which is also called the Shoah in Hebrew. Epitaph for a Child of the Holocaust by Michael R. Burch I lived as best I could, and then I died. Be careful where you step: the grave is wide. Frail Envelope of...

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My most popular poems on the Internet (III) A number of my poems and translations have gone viral, according to Google, and some have been copied onto hundreds to thousands of web pages. That’s a lot of cutting and pasting! The poems below are based on the results returned by Google at the time I did...

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Radio Poem by Bertolt Brecht loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch You, little box, held tightly to me during my escape, so that your delicate tubes do not break; carried from house to house, from ship to train, so that my enemies may continue communicating with me by land and by sea and even in my bed, to my pain; the last thing I hear at...

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Letter to My Wife by Miklos Radnoti translated by Michael R. Burch A poem written during the Holocaust in Lager Heidenau, in the mountains above Zagubica, August-September, 1944 Deep down in the darkness hell awaits--silent, mute. Silence screams in my ears, so I shout, but no one hears or answers, wherever they are; while sad Serbia, astounded by war, and you are so...

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Translations of Holocaust poems by Ber Horvitz aka Ber Horowitz Der Himmel "The Heavens" by Ber Horvitz loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch These skies are leaden, heavy, gray ... I long for a pair of deep blue eyes. The birds have fled far overseas; tomorrow I’ll migrate too, I said ... These gloomy autumn days it rains and rains. Woe to the bird Who remains ... *** ...

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Postcard 1 by Miklós Radnóti written August 30, 1944 translated by Michael R. Burch Out of Bulgaria, the great wild roar of the artillery thunders, resounds on the mountain ridges, rebounds, then ebbs into silence while here men, beasts, wagons and imagination all steadily increase; the road whinnies and bucks, neighing; the maned sky gallops; and you are eternally with me, love,...

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The Burning of the Books by Bertolt Brecht loose translation by Michael R. Burch When the Regime commanded the unlawful books to be burned, teams of dull oxen hauled huge cartloads to the bonfires. Then a banished writer, one of the best, scanning the list of excommunicated texts, became enraged: he’d been excluded! He rushed to his desk, full of contemptuous wrath, to write...

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