Friday June 12 Shema by Primo Levi 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 labors in the mud ID: 256130
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Literature
Friday, June 12Slide2
Shema
by Primo Levi
You who live secureIn your warm houses,Who return at evening to findHot food and friendly faces:Consider whether this is a man,Who labors in the mudWho knows no peaceWho fights for a crust of breadWho dies at a yes or a no.Consider whether this is a woman,Without hair or nameWith no more strength to rememberEyes empty and womb coldAs 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.Slide3
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zg-d6fk41PUSlide4
Written in Pencil in the Sealed
Freightcar
by Dan Pagis
Here in this carloadI am EveWith my son AbelIf you see my older boyCain son of AdamTell him that I...Slide5
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1ey70isP44Slide6
Heritage
by Haim Gouri
The ram came last of all. And Abrahamdid not know that it came to answer theboy's question- first of his strengthwhen his day was on the wane.The old man raised his head.Seeing that it was no dream and that the angelstood there - the knife slipped from his hand.The boy, released from his bonds,saw his father's back.
Isaac, as the story goes, was notsacrificed. He lived for many years,saw what pleasure had to offeruntil his eyesight dimmed.But he bequeathed that hour to his offspring.They are born with a knife in their hearts.Slide7
https://www.youtube.com/watch?t=77&v=cwfTCbHqJBASlide8
Psalm
by Paul Celan
Noone kneads us again from earth and loam,noone evokes our dust.Noone.Praised be you, noone.Because of you we wishto bloom.Againstyou.
A nothingwere we, are we, willwe be, blossoming:the nothing's-, the noonesrose.Withits pistil soulbright,its stamen heavencrazed,its crown redfrom the purpleword that we sangover, o overits thorn.Slide9
The Butterfly
by Pavel Friedman
The last, the very last,So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow.Perhaps if the sun's tears would singagainst a white stone. . . .Such, such a yellowIs carried lightly 'way up high.It went away I'm sure because it wished tokiss the world good-bye.
For seven weeks I've lived in here,Penned up inside this ghetto.But I have found what I love here.The dandelions call to meAnd the white chestnut branches in the court.Only I never saw another butterfly.That butterfly was the last one.Butterflies don't live in here,in the ghetto.Slide10
https://googlingtheholocaust.wordpress.com/tag/i-never-saw-another-butterfly/Slide11
First They Came For The Jews
by Martin Niemöller
First they came for the Jewsand I did not speak outbecause I was not a Jew.Then they came for the Communistsand I did not speak outbecause I was not a Communist.Then they came for the trade unionistsand I did not speak outbecause I was not a trade unionist.
Then they came for meand there was no one leftto speak out for me.Slide12
Journal Prompt
Write a poem or create another piece of art that captures the spirit of a Jew in a concentration camp.
(No required length)