The Song Remains

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

דאָס ליד איז געבליבן

Winter Morning So good on a wintry blue dawn / to sweetly stretch out / one’s tired limbs / and feel the tender embrace / of the bed. Read more…
A December Eve Like flowing metal, the December sky. / Now and then a last skinny leaf falls / from the naked poplars / juxtaposed … Read more…
About Roze Perets-Laks Roze Perets-Laks (1894-1941?) was born in Puławy (Pulavi), in the Lublin district of Poland. She studied dentistry in Warsaw, and later practised as a dentist there. During her time in Warsaw, she spent time in the home of her father’s cousin, the iconic Yiddish writer and poet I L Peretz, and later wrote a memoir… Read more…
In My Shabby Home In my shabby home my kingdom blooms. / Daily at the window dawn arrives / with a tiding that the sky is now clad in blue. Read more…
Evening by the River Evening arrives at / the river’s shore in rose slippers / tells the white geese to go to sleep / and corrals a herd of stars / to bathe in the river. Read more…
Not Just Once Not just once / will you stand at my window / on wild stormy nights / bathing your pale blood / in the anguish of past joy. Read more…
The Red Dress When dear summer makes its appearance, / dresses lighten, bright and pleasant; / I’m the sole one, an exception, / sheathing myself in a bold red garment. Read more…
Summer Summer, nights are round as is the moon / I love the windswept grasses and the face / of a woman / walking on silver paths deep in forest Read more…
Shifreleh’s Portrait On the wall, left of my bed / my daughter’s portrait hangs / frequently during the night I think of her / and see her lovely face / and hear her talk with me… Read more…
In Our Old Poor Home Like a sinking ship in a deep wavy sea / my little home sunk unsteady and alone / and like hungry dogs in an empty market / mice ran around crying steadily at night Read more…