Long Chaya Poems

Ninety-Three Daughters of Israel
a Holocaust poem by Chaya Feldman
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

We washed our bodies
and cleansed ourselves;
we purified our souls
and became clean.

Death does not terrify us;
we are ready to confront him.

While alive we...

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It is simply being at a still point, where silence speaks 
volumes. 
Where guilt turns to tranquility and I can trust to risk or risk to trust,
either way, it doesn’t matter. It is a matter...

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What if on a pedestal tall?
As if date trees that tall are,
Shade to no travelling soul,
And hard to fetch, fruits grow far.
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Bada hua to kya hua, jaise lambi khajur,
Panthi ko chaya nahin, phala lage...

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