Long Ber Poems

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....

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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...

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POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS L.H. ANDRESS


GODS---ABOVE---THE---MOUN/TAIN...!
THERE---WERE---GODS/ABOVE---THE/MOUN/TAIN!
GODS---ABOVE---THE---MOUN/TAIN...!
THERE---WERE---GODS/ABOVE---THE/MOUN/TAIN!

HEA---VEN'S---ONLY---ABOVE/THAT-MOUN/TAIN!
HEA---VEN'S---ONLY---ABOVE/THAT-MOUN/TAIN!
THERE---WERE---GODS/ABOVE---THE/MOUN/TAIN!

WHEN---YOU/'R---ROLLIN/THUN---DER!
THAT'S---ROLLIN/THUN---DER!

AN---HELPLESS/LESS---YOU'RE---ROLLIN/THUN---DER!
YOU'RE---HELPLESS/LESS---YOU'RE---ROLLIN/THUN---DER!

IT'S---A/SONG---SO/SWEET---'N/TART!
A/SONG---TART---'N/SWEET!

HELPLESS---UPON/THAT/MOUN---TAIN!
WHEN---YOU'RE/HELPLESS---UPON/THAT---MOUNTAIN!

ZEUS---AIN'T/GOT---NO/TAKERS---BUT/LAKES---WELL?!?!
WHEN---YOU'RE/HELPLESS---UPON/THAT---MOUN/TAIN!

IT---MIGHT/BE---FOUR/TEEN---HUNDRED/YEARS---LATER!
SOME/TIME---IN/17---SEVENTY---SIX!

ZEUS---HE/WAS---A/CRY'N!
ZEUS---HE/WAS---A/CRY'N!

BOLT'N---LIGHTNING---HE/NEEDED---ROLLIN/THUN---DER!
BRACKETS---'N/BRACES---'N/BOLTS---OF/ROLLIN/THUN---DER!

HE---WAS/'NOTHER---WONDER!
ZEUS---HE/MADE---'NOTHER---WONDER!

WONDEROUS---AT/THE---BOARDS!
HE---WAS---WONDEROUS---AT/THE---BOARDS!

JUMPING---AN/LEAPING---HE---WAS/A---GOD!
JUMPING---AN/LEAPING---HE---WAS/A---GOD!

FACING---HE/HAD---A/SWEET---SWEET/FACE!
FACING---HE/HAD---A/FACE---TOO/SWEET!

GODS---ABOUT/THAT/MOUN---TAIN!
GODS---ABOVE/THAT/MOUN---TAIN!

IT'S---A/TALE---LIKE/THAT---SILLY/'OL
ROCK!
THAT---SILLY/'OL---ROCK!
SYSSI---PHUS---AN/HIS---BOUNCING/ROCK!

IT'S---A/TALE---LIKE/THAT---SILLY/'OL
ROCK!
THAT---SILLY/'OL---ROCK!
SYSSI---PHUS---AN/HIS---BOUNCING/ROCK!

HE---WAS/ROLLIN/THUN---DER!
HE---WAS/ROLLIN/THUN---DER!

AN---THE/STARS---RE---MEMBERED---TWENTY-FIVE-OR-SIX/TO-FOUR!
'CUZ---HE---WAS/MORE/THAN---SOME/SILLY'OL/NUM---BER!
AN---THE/STARS---RE---MEMBERED---TWENTY-FIVE-OR-SIX-TO-FOUR!
'CUZ---HE---WAS/MORE/THAN---SOME/SILLY'OL/NUM---BER!

HE---WAS/A---GOD!
HE---WAS/A---GOD!

THERE---WERE/GIANTS---IN/THE/LAND!
THERE---WERE/GIANTS---IN/THE/LAND!...

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Dear Jan.                                 ...

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The first time I saw you, there was a glow about you
      that baffle me.  I-I just could not find the right word,
     "you had...

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Arising from bed this morning about half-past five, I was delighted once again to be greeted with a September morning.  A hearty good morning to you, my beloved September.  There are choice memories...

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Remember their faces, their music, and most joyishily their impact on the crowds
and thongs of popparazzi that love them and even the one's that didn't, from San
Francisco to New Mexico. Icon's yes, in a world...

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Rhyme
is not
the be-all
and the end-all –
the cadence supersedes, mellifluous.
Counting syllables, as superfluous
as the vowels
contained in
the word
queue.
Sounds
in chants
we danced to
before writing –
morae have primacy over meaning. 
Rhythm takes precedence, despite your leaning.
And forced rhymes jar:
him and...

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THE DRUNK


It’s kinda nice  - 
thet   aste, 
thebuzz, th     e life
Ok, I ofte   n falldo  wn
. . . big  deal
Can’t rem  em ...

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September morn flutters its bright wings
Radiant colors of love and joy it all brings
Never just a dream
Drizzles fuse with summer air in delight
Rainbow looms are strewn in vast site
They perfectly prim

September smiles brandish vibrantly on...

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Of the many roads that I have taken
the many words which I have forsaken 
Never could my passion bring 
The lonely heart from which my cistern drinks

Gloom, the comfort of my tears
Tears, the instrument of...

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Crabs
Small feet pounding the pebbled path,
Desperate to escape
From imminent danger.
Eight legs and two claws
Advance in their thousands
Upon their prey; the child.
Refuge is sought in an adult's arms,
High up and away from
The frightful crustacean march.


Roman
Crimson red...

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                 Brerrrrr

                scraaape
 ...

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At the end of NOVEMBER
The hurricane season ends.
NOVEMBER sits between the
Beginning and ending of Autumn.

NOVEMBER is among the four months
With 'Ber' as its fourth syllable.
I am captured by their beloved sound,
And the soothing melody from...

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Roges, blazes war of vrra
The vogonian race once more reachs us.
Bravockus chopus vogonizing prime
Lift off
10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
Vogon rules judgement 
Must be vogorian prowers
Burtkit ber baroust bus
Blast bas ba...

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SMOOTH TALKER

“’til Christmas?    Just two shopping days
With New Year a few more away

Considering (what you call) merchant ads -    
    manipulation 
With Big Dave there still...

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