La vida

es una burla continua

a nuestra ingenuidad.

B.I.


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