Abraham Sutzkever

(1913 - 2010 / Smorgon, Russian Empire)

Abraham Sutzkever Poems

1. 1981 7/15/2014
2. A Bunch Of Grapes 7/22/2014
3. A Day In The Hands Of The Stormtroopers 7/17/2014
4. A Fur Of Fire 7/16/2014
5. A Hundred-Year-Old Woman 7/21/2014
6. A Moment 7/17/2014
7. A Nation Of Ten 7/21/2014
8. A Pack Of Music 7/17/2014
9. A Pot From The Attic 7/21/2014
10. A Prayer 7/22/2014
11. A Trip Through Africa 7/21/2014
12. A Vision 7/21/2014
13. A Wagon Of Shoes 7/17/2014
14. A Winter Night 7/21/2014
15. A Witness 7/22/2014
16. Am I Guilty 7/17/2014
17. And You Don'T See The Rain 7/21/2014
18. Anthill 7/17/2014
19. Ashamed 7/21/2014
20. At The Bonfire 7/16/2014
21. Away From The Four Walls 7/16/2014
22. Barefoot 7/22/2014
23. Beyond The Sun 7/17/2014
24. Black Thorns 7/21/2014
25. Blackberries 7/21/2014
26. Blind Milton 7/21/2014
27. Branch With Last Cherries 7/22/2014
28. Bride Of The Thunder 7/21/2014
29. Chosen Tree 7/21/2014
30. Close The Window 7/21/2014
31. Commentary On A Face In A Mirror 7/21/2014
32. Covered With Half Of Jerusalem 7/22/2014
33. Dance Of The Pygmies 7/21/2014
34. Dawn 7/16/2014
35. Deer At The Red Sea 7/21/2014
36. Desert Sun 7/22/2014
37. Divine Comedy 7/22/2014
38. Dr. Atlas 7/21/2014
39. Electrical Content 7/17/2014
40. Elegy 7/22/2014

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Frozen Jews

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 ...

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From Autumn Dances

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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.

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