Tuesday, October 02, 2012

News at Eleven (Back Page): Another evocation of wartime carnage

in the age of the A-bomb, the quatrain "Epitaph: 1945," was written at the end of World War II:

My spoon was lifted when the bomb came down
That left no face, no hand, no spoon to hold.
A hundred thousand died in my home town.
This came to pass before my soup was cold.

After the war, [Naomi] Replansky's attention was drawn to the practical necessity of earning a living, as her 1957 poem "Night Prayer for Various Trades" makes explicit.

from The Jewish Daily Forward: Naomi Replansky's Career Began in a Factory


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