The Song Remains

People of the Warsaw Ghetto merged with a map of the Nazi occupation of Poland

דאָס ליד איז געבליבן

From My Childhood Little things snowy white, / round as tiny stars / and sweet as sweet can be, / like saccharine pearls for tea. Read more…
To a little boy in a Jewish village Don’t cry little boy, wipe off your tears, it will soon be good / We will heal the wounds that drip with blood. Read more…
Autumn Between tree and tree exists the sky, / between sky and sky – stars / (everything taking form must ignite and be extinguished…) / leading up to houses along milky roads. Read more…
Visiting my Mama – For so long have my eyes been seeking, / awaiting some letter of yours, my son – / in the nights my heart was wakeful / and quaking like a leaf in the wind. Read more…
Evening Stroll The sky’s rouge / drew back / beneath their steps / overgrown with the sidewalks, / mingled with the dust of asphalts. Read more…
About Debora Vogel (Dvoyre Fogel) Debora Vogel (1900-1942) was born in Bursztyn (Burshtyn / Burštýn / Бурштин), then part of the Austiran Empire, now in Ukraine. During the First World War her family fled to Vienna (Wien) and then to Lwów (Lemberg / Lviv), where she spent most of her life. She studied philosophy and Polish literature and received a… Read more…
Autumn Yakov (Dzhek) Gordon The sky today is a radiantpale blueand lamb-cloud white.The sun is smilingits last, sorrowful smile. Trees stand sick and bowed,hands black and dead,eyes golden-browed.Bare and toweringthey are in the dreamof their final dreaming. All night long the winds torefrom the trees their last aliveness,their last exquisiteness,and laughing wildlyand drunk with passionand full… Read more…
Autumn Above the Jewish street, a grey cloud hovers, / spread like a dead horse across the sky. Read more…
My Simple Sisters My simple sisters, / my shepherdesses and seamstresses / with their blond braids / call to me from the sidewalks of Łodz / to make benches and straw roofs. Read more…
The Encounter Cocky on your walk in town, hail / to me on your way. / You stop, and startled, you exclaim: / “This girl’s hair turned gray!” Read more…