Abraham Sutzkever Poems
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Did you ever see in fields of snow
Frozen Jews, in row upon row?
Breathless they lie, marbled and blue.
Of death in their bodies, no hint and no clue.
Somewhere their spirit is frozen and saved
Like a golden fish in a frozen wave.
Not speaking. Not silent. Just thinking bright.
The sun too lies frozen in snow at night.
On a rosy lip, in the freeze, still glows
A smile — will not move, not budge since it froze.
Near his mother, a baby starving, at rest.
How strange: she cannot give him her breast.
The fist of a naked old man in ...
From Autumn Dances
Give me your hand, sister, I'll lead you
To autumn. From its jug shall arise
Flaming punch, we shall drink it until
We grow ripe like the autumn, and wise.
Over there on the hill lies a shepherd.
A windwolf has devoured all his sheep.