Holocaust Poetry is a lasting and solemn tribute to the memory of the past and to the hope of the future.
Behold, God of Abraham, God of mercy,
Open your eyes as you have opened mine,
Open your eyes and see what I have seen... --Elie Wiesel
She felt a kind of envy for
Those who stood naked in their truth:
Where to be one of her people was
To be one of those millions killed. --Stephen Spender
And death looks on with a casual eye
and picks at the dirt under his fingernail. --Anne Sexton
Consider whether this is a man.
Who labors in the mud
Who knows no peace
Who fights for a crust of bread
Who dies at a yes or a no. --Primo Levi
The volume includes 119 poems and the voices of 59 poets.
Behold, God of Abraham, God of mercy,
Open your eyes as you have opened mine,
Open your eyes and see what I have seen... --Elie Wiesel
She felt a kind of envy for
Those who stood naked in their truth:
Where to be one of her people was
To be one of those millions killed. --Stephen Spender
And death looks on with a casual eye
and picks at the dirt under his fingernail. --Anne Sexton
Consider whether this is a man.
Who labors in the mud
Who knows no peace
Who fights for a crust of bread
Who dies at a yes or a no. --Primo Levi
The volume includes 119 poems and the voices of 59 poets.





