Sunday 27 April 2014

The Muses Live On

Ghetto.Art.ReviewNight has fallen in Israel, bringing with it one of the most solemn 24 hours in the calendar – Yom Hashoa – Holocaust Memorial Day.

So the paradox was clear: What better weekend than this could there have been to arrange a poetry presentation in a bomb shelter?

Moreover, the place where it happened is not simply  a haven from potential murder but  one now used as a synagogue  bearing the name ‘Kehillla Emet v’Shalom – The Congregation of  Truth and Peace’.

The meeting was arranged in the picturesque northern seaside resort of Nahariya and the poems were written and read by members  of  Voices Israel, Israel’s national English language poetry society.  The organisation, established in the early 1970s, now has about 150 members living both in Israel and overseas.

I conclude this short post with a poem by Primo Levi, the Italian Jewish writer who, haunted by his experiences in the camps, committed suicide  in 1987. Primo.Levi

Shema

“You who live secure
In your warm houses,
Who return at evening to find
Hot food and friendly faces:

‘Consider whether this is a man,
Who labours in the mud
Who knows no peace
Who fights for a crust of bread
Who dies at a yes or a no.
Consider whether this is a woman,
Without hair or name
With no more strength to remember
Eyes empty and womb cold
As a frog in winter.

“Consider that this has been:
I commend these words to you.
Engrave them on your hearts
When you are in your house, when you walk on your way,
When you go to bed, when you rise.
Repeat them to your children.
Or may your house crumble,
Disease render you powerless,
Your offspring avert their faces from you”.

© Natalie Wood (28 April 2014)

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