Kick up in Krakow
Krakow Travel Blog› entry 14 of 36 › view all entries
Rachel Garfinkel wrote a couple of lengthy poems about
Where is my
Where is our home?
What happened to us?
Where is Bełzeċ and where is
Endlessly, our city stretches for miles
From Plaszow to Skarzysko, from Podgorze to Ural
For still, after all those years, it is we who track
The memories, and congregate for the tale
Like the chestnuts on the plenty, we gather
To stretch the chain of remembrance -
Beyond the time of bondage
To our idyllic childhood, our youth in bloom
Days of adolescent passion and abandon
Days of love and happiness, days of fear and gloom.
Only you, the ancient walls of our city,
Only you, the wind that blew through our hair
Only you know the suffering of the past
The agony that is still there.
The pain that is ours always to bear
It’s autumn season in
Golden colors adorn the trees
In our hearts chilling winter and frost.
The chestnuts shimmer in the mist
Dusk falls over the borough, hurry home its time
The gates are closing, Szpera,
The city settles for the night.