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Poem: In my hands

Poem: In my hands
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June 17, 2015

In my hands I lift

the goblet of red wine

in the middle of a field

up toward the sky

and bless the red strength

that flames

like a torch

in dark

bony hands.


“In My Hands” is translated by Sarah Traister Moskovitz. The poem is from the Ringelblum Archives and appears in poetryinhell.org. 

Simkha Shayevitch died 1944 in Auschwitz of typhoid. He was one of the best-known poets in the Lodz Ghetto and his poetry was popular throughout Jewish Poland.

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