Came and Went
by Moishe Kaufman
You came to me
and quickly went away,
in my heart a heavy wound
on your soul a black flaw.
Why speak of your soul
did you ever really own one?
You just covered yourself
with a fine fig leaf.
Yiddish Holocaust Poetry with Translations from the Warsaw Ghetto Ringelblum Archives
Came and Went
by Moishe Kaufman
You came to me
and quickly went away,
in my heart a heavy wound
on your soul a black flaw.
Why speak of your soul
did you ever really own one?
You just covered yourself
with a fine fig leaf.