Mizmor L'David Anthology 

 

Poetica Magazine: Contemporary Jewish Writing

After Auschwitz
Marjorie Stamm Rosenfeld

I did not look for her.

Some part in me was

certain she was dead.

My dream? — that she

survived. I could not

look, would not

confirm my fear.


I made her live. Live—

I constructed effigy

on effigy. I had no place

to lay a stone for her.

In dreams I skipped

that stone across a lake

No ford. I could not go

to where she might

have been. My legs

were lead. I could

not go.


Did someone hold her,

body’s end? Light fled,

who pulled the curtains

down? Some part in me

rejected reason, fact.

I did not look. I could

not bear to see.