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Premium Member A Rispetto of the Ghetto

Have you read Pavel Friedmann's "The Butterfly"?
I discovered it in a Children's poem book
he only rhymes with the words "high" and "goodbye"
its imagery gives the ghetto a close look

Only dandelion flowers went to seed
were we stuck there, we'd not pull them as a weed
I painted a sun crying on a white stone
a memorial for that butterfly, known

Premium Member Emagi Friedmann the Butterfly

emagi=  reverse ekphrasis

 PAVEL FRIEDMANN: The Butterfly


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Written: May 08, 2023

A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1215 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

Why Does the Wind

Why does the wind spin in the hollows
and makes the leaves and powder fly,
whereas the ships lie in calm waters,
a breeze is their best desire?
Why from dark rocks, past a white tower
an eagle soars, with ease and power
to a dead tree? Ask better him.
Why Desdemona, on a whim,
loves her Othello, her black moor,
like a new moon loves gloom of night?
Because the wind and eagle's flight
and heard of maiden take no rule.
So poet, rhyming, building forms
accepts no rules, no laws, no terms.
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This is a translation from Russian
of an excerpt
from the A.S.Pushkin's poem Ezersky.

Translated by Pavel Nichkov
2012-08-28


Dambu Lui Gaf

Go to Dambu Lui Gaf, I told them
      Climb some hills and lose some breath
     Lie at a shrine on wet grass, I told them
        The earth is not fully peopled yet
      And so many now are young and dying,
         The young dies fast and furiously
     And old men with broken hearts are crying,
        My Pavel is dead, he died so violently

     Old Platanov, go back to Dambu Lui Gaf
     When the opiate mist of morning is gone
      Let her fall in the grass, let her laugh
      Again, like Sandy Booker and his fawn.
    There are too many wars and too few lovers
      Open the borders of the flaming sword
      O climb the hills, and smell the flowers
    Young Pavel died, in sad silence we heard

  I have counted enough bodies, I told them
     O pale specter of birds in a far sunset
  Love put four stars in the eyes, I told them
      At the top of Dambu Lui Gaf, no regret.

Dambu Lui Gaf

Go to Dambu Lui Gaf, I told them
    Climb some hills and lose some breath.
    Lie in a shrine, on wet grass, I told them
        The earth is not fully peopled yet ...
     And so many now are young and dying
         The young dies fast and furiously.
    And old men with broken hearts are crying
       My Pavel is dead, he died so violently 
     
     Old Platanov, go back to Dambu Lui Gaf
     When the opiate mist of morning is gone
       Let her fall in the grass, let her laugh
      Again, like Sandy Booker and his fawn.
  There are too many wars, and too few lovers
      Open the borders of the flaming sword
      O climb the hills, and smell the flowers
     Young Pavel died and the silence is heard.

   I have counted enough bodies, I told them
       Like the spectre of birds in far sunset
Love put put his four stars in his eyes, I told them
      At the top of Dambu Lui Gaf no regret

No Butterflies In the Ghetto

six million stones
a railroad car streaked red
a thousand astrodomes
swollen with dead children
the population of houston
dallas wiped out

ugly striped prison uniforms
signifying captures and escapes
martin luther as a bigot
bonhoeffer as a hero
dying days before the
liberation

faces from rwanda darfur
signaling the continuance
of a tradition of genocide
a danish fishing boat
hiding neighbors in a
fake bottom to escape
a wicked storming

the pictures of happy
proud loving families
bludgeoned in broken glass

a soft cloth golden star
like a slave branding
pulsating with hatred and
judgement harsher than
the ornate letter a for hester

1500000 butterflies
sewn drawn carved
remembering
the children who lost 
their lives in the 
Holocaust

"Butterflies don't live in here, here in the ghetto" Pavel Friedman, April, l942

Written after a visit to The Holocaust Museum of Houston


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