Review
After The First Shock
As I Was Waking Up This Morning I Heard An Explosion
As They Lead Me Out Of The Courtroom I See A Crowd
Because I'll Be Leaving Soon
Behind My Closed Lids I See
Blessed Is The Match That Burns And Kindles Fire
Braided Together
The City
The Death Ships. The Struma
Driving Back To Prison In The Car
Every Day We Walk Farther Away From The Slovenian Border
Everywhere I Go The Partisans Are Startled To See Me
A Fist Of Life
Four Gestapo Policemen Are Taking Me To Military
Four Letters Of The Alphabet
The Germans Are Moving Jews From The Towns
Germans Have Marched Into Budapest
A Gestapo Prison Guard Named Hilda
Haifa. Overhead The Crown Of Mount Carmel
Hanna Senesh
Hilda Brings Me A Few Pieces Of Paper
The Hungarian Police Have Set Mother Free
I Am Already
I Can See My Body Shaking, But Inside I Feel Still
I Land On Six Feet Of Snow In The Moonlight
I Never See Joel. They Keep
I Remember Swimming At Lake Balaton
I Remember The Battered Ship
I Remember The Two Polish Women
I See My Mother Marching In The Cold November Rain
I Sit Here In The Mountains Of Yugoslavia
I Think Of The Pine Tree
I'll Cross The Border Into Hungary
I'm Dining With A Partisan General
I'm Driving With Joel Along The Dead Sea
In The Evening Hilda Comes And Whispers
In The Midst Of The Judaean Desert
In This Small Cell On The Top Floor Of The Prison
Janos Runs In, Wringing His Hands
Joel And I Are Being Transferred To A Hungarian Prison
Joel, My Special Friend
July Seventeenth. My Twenty-third Birthday
Marietta, The Cruelest Of The Matrons
A Messenger From The Hungarian Court Is Here
The Middle Of May
Mother Dearest
Mother Is In The Prison
My Cell Is Getting Colder And Colder
My Circle Of Fire
Not To Despair, Not To Be Diminished
Out Of Thin Tissue, Hand In Hand
The Partisans Are Using Wagons And Oxen
Perhaps, I'm Not Iron
Root Cells
A Round Reflection Of Sunlight Flickers On My Ceiling
Self
Shoveling Manure In The Barn
Sitting In The Dark Inside The Plane
Stepping Out
Surrounded By Nazi Patrols Hunting For Us
There's A Fire In Me
They Tell Me My Trial Is Set For October Twenty-eighth
They're Bringing Me Into The Court. The Judge Says
They've Been Beating Me For Three Days
They've Put Me In A Cell With The Children
Thinking Of My Arms And Legs Covered With Manure
Today In The Courtyard, By Stopping Every Few Feet
Today Is My Mother's Twenty-fifth Wedding Anniversary
A Transparent Twig
Tripped In This Gray Square
An Uneasy Wind
We Meet Two Young Jews Escaped From The Budapest Roundup
We Walk For Ten Minutes Every Day In A Circle In The
We Watch A Fight Between An American Plane
We're Hiding In The Forest Near Semic
We're In Apatovac, On The Border
We're Resting In A Cave With The Partisans
We're Sick With Diarrhea, We're Covered With Lice
We're Taking Our First Bath, Here In Cazma
We've Now Managed To Keep Out Of Reach Of The Germans
Why Doesn't My Mother Come To See Me
-- Table of Poems from Poem Finder®
As I Was Waking Up This Morning I Heard An Explosion
As They Lead Me Out Of The Courtroom I See A Crowd
Because I'll Be Leaving Soon
Behind My Closed Lids I See
Blessed Is The Match That Burns And Kindles Fire
Braided Together
The City
The Death Ships. The Struma
Driving Back To Prison In The Car
Every Day We Walk Farther Away From The Slovenian Border
Everywhere I Go The Partisans Are Startled To See Me
A Fist Of Life
Four Gestapo Policemen Are Taking Me To Military
Four Letters Of The Alphabet
The Germans Are Moving Jews From The Towns
Germans Have Marched Into Budapest
A Gestapo Prison Guard Named Hilda
Haifa. Overhead The Crown Of Mount Carmel
Hanna Senesh
Hilda Brings Me A Few Pieces Of Paper
The Hungarian Police Have Set Mother Free
I Am Already
I Can See My Body Shaking, But Inside I Feel Still
I Land On Six Feet Of Snow In The Moonlight
I Never See Joel. They Keep
I Remember Swimming At Lake Balaton
I Remember The Battered Ship
I Remember The Two Polish Women
I See My Mother Marching In The Cold November Rain
I Sit Here In The Mountains Of Yugoslavia
I Think Of The Pine Tree
I'll Cross The Border Into Hungary
I'm Dining With A Partisan General
I'm Driving With Joel Along The Dead Sea
In The Evening Hilda Comes And Whispers
In The Midst Of The Judaean Desert
In This Small Cell On The Top Floor Of The Prison
Janos Runs In, Wringing His Hands
Joel And I Are Being Transferred To A Hungarian Prison
Joel, My Special Friend
July Seventeenth. My Twenty-third Birthday
Marietta, The Cruelest Of The Matrons
A Messenger From The Hungarian Court Is Here
The Middle Of May
Mother Dearest
Mother Is In The Prison
My Cell Is Getting Colder And Colder
My Circle Of Fire
Not To Despair, Not To Be Diminished
Out Of Thin Tissue, Hand In Hand
The Partisans Are Using Wagons And Oxen
Perhaps, I'm Not Iron
Root Cells
A Round Reflection Of Sunlight Flickers On My Ceiling
Self
Shoveling Manure In The Barn
Sitting In The Dark Inside The Plane
Stepping Out
Surrounded By Nazi Patrols Hunting For Us
There's A Fire In Me
They Tell Me My Trial Is Set For October Twenty-eighth
They're Bringing Me Into The Court. The Judge Says
They've Been Beating Me For Three Days
They've Put Me In A Cell With The Children
Thinking Of My Arms And Legs Covered With Manure
Today In The Courtyard, By Stopping Every Few Feet
Today Is My Mother's Twenty-fifth Wedding Anniversary
A Transparent Twig
Tripped In This Gray Square
An Uneasy Wind
We Meet Two Young Jews Escaped From The Budapest Roundup
We Walk For Ten Minutes Every Day In A Circle In The
We Watch A Fight Between An American Plane
We're Hiding In The Forest Near Semic
We're In Apatovac, On The Border
We're Resting In A Cave With The Partisans
We're Sick With Diarrhea, We're Covered With Lice
We're Taking Our First Bath, Here In Cazma
We've Now Managed To Keep Out Of Reach Of The Germans
Why Doesn't My Mother Come To See Me
-- Table of Poems from Poem Finder®
