No Title
Simkha Shayevitch r28 f154
The night has rocked me to sleep in her lap
and sung into my ear
the song of darkness and sweet dying
but I was awake and aware
heard my young hot blood
prepare to fight
against it.
Yiddish Holocaust Poetry with Translations from the Warsaw Ghetto Ringelblum Archives
No Title
Simkha Shayevitch r28 f154
The night has rocked me to sleep in her lap
and sung into my ear
the song of darkness and sweet dying
but I was awake and aware
heard my young hot blood
prepare to fight
against it.