Abraham Sutzkever


How will you fill your goblet
On the day of liberation? And with what?
Are you prepared, in your joy, to endure
The dark keeing you have heard
Where skulls of days glitter
In a bottomless pit?

You will search for a key to fit
You jammed locks. You will bite
The sidewalks like bread,
Thinking: It used to be better.
And time will gnaw at you like a cricket
Caught in a fist.

Then your memory will resemble
And ancient buried town
And your estranged eyes will burrow down
Like a mole, a mole….

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 15, 2014

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Vilna Ghetto, February 14, 1943
Translated by Chana Bloch

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