I WAS IN AUSCHWITZ , poem by Beatriz Iriart

   

         To the memory of Primo Levi

                           (1919-1987)

               January 27th, 2006

                   

     

            

I was in Auschwitz.

From bitterness

Pain and terror

I bore children

Barefoot I walked through mud

And harvested flowers fields

Just like the fresh seeds

Of our flocks.

Today 61 years after

The camp liberation:

I am a shadow

A faceless woman

Desolation and hunger.

I...

Was in Auschwitz.

© Beatriz Iriart

Translation from Spanish by

Olga Y. Mancinelli