Internees Poems - Poems about Internees

... Time here is measured by the lint-clogged resurrections of air-conditioners. All of us have had to learn to shout past our souls. Dulled minds are churned awake. Fractured nights slumber on ......

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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, ......

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...Musicians played classics as condemned marched under “ARBEIT MACHT FREI.” Losing their “SOLES” and “SOULS” the future options for each gassee! For every pair of empty leather “SOLES” you see, th......

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