After Auschwitz Poem by Anne Sexton
After Auschwitz
Anger,
as black as a hook,
overtakes me.
Each day,
each Nazi
took, at 8: 00 A.M., a baby
and sauteed him for breakfast
in his frying pan.
And death looks on with a casual eye
and picks at the dirt under his fingernail.
Man is evil,
I say aloud.
Man is a flower
that should be burnt,
I say aloud.
Man
is a bird full of mud,
I say aloud.
And death looks on with a casual eye
and scratches his anus.
Man with his small pink toes,
with his miraculous fingers
is not a temple
but an outhouse,
I say aloud.
Let man never again raise his teacup.
Let man never again write a book.
Let man never again put on his shoe.
Let man never again raise his eyes,
on a soft July night.
Never. Never. Never. Never. Never.
I say those things aloud.
I beg the Lord not to hear.
Oh my god! Right on target.... a sad truth... we are not such a noble breed after all.
this poem is amazing, i feel the intense anger. thanks, jane s
Each day, each took, at 8: 00 A.M., a baby and sauteed him for breakfast in his frying pan. Man is evil. It is true. tony
Anger, as black as a hook, overtakes me. Each day, each took, at 8: 00 A.M., a baby and sauteed him for breakfast in his frying pan. Terrible scenes and memories of Auschwitz. tony
wow such a wonderful sharing i love it, thanks for sharing.. :)
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I would like to translate this poem
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12/6/2024 5:45:04 AM # 1.0.0
A horrible poem, obviously the work of mental illness.