Primo Poems - Poems about Primo

First, you need to have something to say Before, figuring out —how to say it (Dreamsleep: April, 2021)...

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World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems - IV - Primo Levi Shema by Primo Levi translation by Michael R. Burch You who live secure in your comfortable houses, who return each evening to find warm food, welcoming faces... consider whether this is a man: who toils in the mud, who knows no peace, who fights for crusts of bread, who dies...

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They craved something sweet Something specail A one of a kind lady deserves Specail things for a specail lady Madagascar vanilla for A treat Weather with cream or Or with chocalate Strawberries Or flavor in your Favorite sauce Or make that Kuril island toast With pound cake Toasted hazelnuts Whiskey and coconuts Kamchatka cream and of course chocalate Everyone will love you Everyone will Want more...

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Buna by Primo Levi loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Mangled feet, cursed earth, the long interminable line in the gray morning as Buna smokes corpses through industrious chimneys... Another gray day like every other day awaits us. The terrible whistle shrilly announces dawn: "Rise, wretched multitudes, with your lifeless faces, welcome the monotonous hell of the mud... another day’s suffering has begun!" Weary companion, I...

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Shema ("Listen") by Primo Levi loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch You who live secure in your comfortable homes, who return each evening to find warm food and a hearty welcome ... Consider: is this a "man" who slogs through the mud, who knows no peace, who fights for scraps of bread, who lives at another man's whim, who at his "yes" or his "no" lies dead? Consider:...

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Spring comes Quietly-- Not with the bleating of lambs or The tweeting of birds or the Beating of butterfly wings Spring comes Silently-- Celtic through the Neolithic stones, Unheralded by peering shadow-seekers Rummaging around on the Second of February, and unannounced by a Banner on the front page of the National Enquirer… Unpresaged by pregnant April Showers, Spring comes-- Alive Nota bene: This is one of the few pieces of juvenilia...

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For Primo Levi it darkened more as light shone through and the haunting past stabbed you felt wept screamed as silently the blind were led 'thieves' you called them emerging from nowhere yet everywhere 'thieves' you called them no one yet everyone you felt wept screamed till finally you left...

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