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Post by carousal on Jul 13, 2009 10:59:20 GMT -5
Auschwitz
Old man why do you live in yesterday? Raking the leaves of long dead winters Picking the strands of recollection Travelling the road of used to be Two, six, four, one, nine, three ~ Scavenger in the fields of memory A nomad on the plains of time Through fading eyes you strive to see Those rusting rails to eternity Two, six, four, one, nine, three ~ Bury the bones, interne the past Let me take your hand Just two short steps to tomorrow This is no place for you and me Two, six, four, one, nine, three
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Post by Artemis on Jul 13, 2009 11:12:20 GMT -5
Gosh Cari you're really writing some heart wrenching poetry. This was so very sad. I just can't imagine the pain and torchred feelings the survivors must have, it's beyond anything you or I could ever feel. Exalt. K xxx My son won a poetry challenge earlier in the year and the 2 winners went to Auchwitz, there were two from a few school around the country. He said it really affected him and it really was a sad place, like the sadness dripped onto you from the air ...
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Post by apocalypticjay on Jul 13, 2009 11:58:36 GMT -5
Many people I know have visited the place which was meant to have been torn down sometime ago that is now a place to remember and never forget the tortured souls of Hilters regiem. Those who suffered despairing torture and death through starvation and mutilation, a really touching rememberance poem Cari, I agree your poems of late have been very inspirational and excellent! I really liked the 'serial number' used in the last line of every stanza to represent a lack of humanity. No name just a number. Exalt!
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Post by carousal on Jul 13, 2009 12:02:02 GMT -5
I promise this will be the last sad write for some time Kerry. If you are in the mood to be really moved watch this, you don’t have to be a lover of classical music to be haunted by this, moved is the wrong word, heartbroken would be more apt. Gorecki - Symphony No.3: Sorrowful Songs The Polish State Orchestra requested the British Broadcasting Company to film the video after being allowed, for the first and only time, to play at Auschwitz Birkenau. The words are taken from those that were scratched on the wall of a Gestapo prison cell by a young woman. No, Mother, do not weep, Most chaste Queen of Heaven Help me always. Hail Mary. The noise at the beginning is rain. I can’t say enjoy, it isn’t the right word but I think all leaders of governments should be forced to watch this before even thinking of war. www.youtube.com/watch?v=miLV0o4AhE4&feature=related
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Post by apocalypticjay on Jul 13, 2009 12:12:07 GMT -5
Wow Cari that was very poweful and moving! I'm not a fan of classical music but that really spoke to me deeply.
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Post by Max on Jul 13, 2009 12:14:02 GMT -5
This is a deep and sorrowful testament to those who endured unbareable hardships during the Holocaust. I am grateful that my entire family was in America by that time, or I may not be here right now. I agree with Jay, the tattooed number was a chilling effect. Fantastic job, bold write, and exalt. I hope to visit Auschwitz, arguably the worst camp of them all, when I study abroad in Germany this upcoming Spring.
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