La vida

es una burla contínua

a nuestra ingenuidad.

B.I.

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My new book dedicated to the victims of the Holocaust: I have dreamed of you so much FREEDOM, available on Amazon.

 



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WANTING
To the survivors of the Holocaust

I have dreamed of you so much
in these days
of stew and bread.
I have dreamed of you so much
with the frost and the famine
with the chains lacerating the ankles
with the terror
installed in the hut.
I have dreamed of you so much
FREEDOM.


“Dear Beatriz, your texts are very touching and truly poetic about a subject which is not easy to write about. And it is not only a Jewish pain but also a human tragedy.” 
Eliahu Toker, argentine poet, Buenos Aires, 2001.

"Your poetic work, your examination of these ghostly mistakes of humanity, commits us to be alert to the personal and collective processes through which we wander clumsily”. 
Dr. Susana D. Castillo, american professor and researcher, San Diego State University, California, 2009.


Argentine poet. She is a member of the Society of Latin American Writers of California and International Chapter on the Internet (SELC and CII) in the United States.
In 2015 Venezuelan composer 
Diana Arismendi wrote her work “In memoriam”, to commemorate the Holocaust, and the second movement was inspired in I was in Auschwitz… The concert was organized by Espacio Anna Frank from Caracas with the participation of Venezuela’s Symphony Orchestra directed by master Alfredo Rugeles.

From 2015 to 2025, her poems dedicated to the victims of the Holocaust have been read on radio programs, at commemorative events, and published in magazines in Europe and America.
In 2023 in Spain, the 
Amlega Association read their poem “Numbers” during the Pink Holocaust events at various universities across the country.


NUMBERS, poem by Beatriz Iriart



To the memory of 
Itsjok Katzenelson







Don’t ask, don’t wait for an answer

Before the “beasts” we are a thing

A burden

That is hated and justified.

The shack is cold

Like winter out there.

Only the memory of homeland

Is warm and good to snooze

With that ancient flavour.

There’s no way out

Of these fields

But you can wait a “selection”

To metamorphose into a bird

Or simply wait

A shot

At random.





© Beatriz Iriart
Translation from Spanish by D.H







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THE ORCHARD, poem by Beatriz Iriart





To Raul Zeleniuk's memory







 


At the orchard
Have bloomed seven 
Of your "incipient ladies of the night"
Seven were their screams
Seven are the memories
Seven your deaths
And your "incipient ladies of the night"
Bring seven lives
When the sun goes down,
And I
Await.




© Beatriz Iriart
Translation from Spanish by 
Olga Y. Mancinelli






Obra:  Susy Dembo








INSOMNIA, poem by Beatriz Iriart









I am a wandering nightmare
An aborted dream
A day break blues
A foreseen mourning
On the frozen nights of
The incoming Autumn





©Beatriz Iriart
Translation from Spanish by Olga Y. Mancinelli






Obra: Susy Dembo 








POLAND, poem by Beatriz Iriart







          
The "Wolf" promulgates
“To design" meticulously 
the Treblinka camp 
and the Stangl Nazi answers. 
Countless souls 
Lie at the end of the “deliveries” 
The curtain fell. 
The work is not the same 
But the atavism is still valid 
at other times 
other areas 
other stigmatas 
other essences ... 
which throughout the centuries are 
the enduring panacea of SIMON WIESENTHAL: 
"I will never forget you".






© Beatriz Iriart



                                                                                 



                                                                               
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POEMS ABOUT THE HOLOCAUST by Beatriz Iriart



                              
                     Poems and story dedicated to the victims of the Holocaust        





“Dear Beatriz,
Your texts are very touching and truly poetic about a subject which is not easy to write about.  And it is not only a Jewish pain but also a human tragedy.
Thanks for sharing those texts with me."

Warmly

Eliahu Toker

www.eliahutoker.com.ar






YEARNING

                              To the survivors of the Holocaust
         

I’ve dreamt about you so much
These days
Of potage and bread    
I’ve dreamt about you so much
With the frost and the famine
With chains lacerating the ankles
With terror
settled in the shack
I’ve dreamt about you so much
FREEDOM.



© Beatriz Iriart





 I WAS IN AUSCHWITZ.

                        To the memory of Primo Levi
                         (1919-1987)
                       January 27th, 2006
                   

I was in Auschwitz.
I gave birth to children
Of bitterness, pain and horror
I walked barefoot
in the mud of a field with mown flowers
like the fresh seeds
of our flocks
And today after 61 years
Of the camp liberation
I’m a shadow
A woman without face
Desolation and hunger
I…
I Was in Auschwitz.



© Beatriz Iriart





THE SCULPTOR
                       
                              To the memory of Anna Frank


To possess a spoon-knife
is to become an avid sculptor.
You shall locate
A piece of brass and let it rise
Not to waste
A drop of potage
And with the knife
We cut the bread
To trade it
For more useful things
Indeed, to possess a spoon-knife
These days
Is certainly an art.



© Beatriz Iriart






NUMBERS

                      
                        To the memory of Itsjok Katzenelson


Don’t ask, don’t wait for an answer
Before the “beasts” we are a thing
A burden
That is hated and justified.
The shack is cold
Like winter out there.
Only the memory of homeland
Is warm and good to snooze
With that ancient flavour.
There’s no way out
Of these fields
But you can wait a “selection”
To metamorphose into a bird
Or simply wait
A shot
At random.



© Beatriz Iriart







THE EXPOSITION


                                                             “Only work will set you free”
                                             (Legend about the concentration camp on Auschwitz)


They got a ticket to the following station. The driver treated them kindly.
They  exchanged opinions, memories and a near future. They arrived. The melancholic notes enveloped the morning fog.
Soon, the tasks in the atelier would get started. The music was sliding smoothly. They undressed; the hygiene was the fundamental discipline for that face of art. The showers would help too.
They were accompanied until the vast exposition, before the immense collage where there were dreams, bones, illusions, fears, but no faces.



 © Beatriz Iriart






POLAND


The "Wolf" promulgates
“To design" meticulously
the Treblinka camp
and the Stangl Nazi answers.
Countless souls
Lie at the end of the “deliveries”
The curtain fell.
The work is not the same
But the atavism is still valid
at other times
other areas
other stigmatas
other essences ...
which throughout the centuries are
the enduring panacea of SIMON WIESENTHAL:
"I will never forget you".



© Beatriz Iriart





THE NIGHT OF BROKEN GLASS



They dreamt that life was flowing.
They woke up surrounded by pogroms
Frost, glass, barbed fences
and torment.
Their names already swelled
the list of stiff beings.



© Beatriz Iriart





Beatriz Iriart

She was born in autumn in La Plata, Argentina.
She is a member of the “Latin American Writers Association of California and International Chapter on the Internet” (whose acronyms in Spanish are SELC and CII), California, USA.
Books published:
“Perspectives” (1977)
“Collage of Five” (1981)
“Strange Lineage”(1984)
“Death wants…” (2003)
Her literary work is published in English and Portuguese in several countries and in different anthologies in her native country and around the world.

She has studied pottery and art.
She took part in the Underground Movement in the 70’s, collaborating with the literary magazine “Machu Picchu”.


Nowadays, she publishes in digital and printed magazines in the United States, Canada, Spain, Brazil, Venezuela, Uruguay, Argentina, among others.



The renowned Venezuelan composer Diana Arismendi wrote in 2015 the work “In memoriam” to commemorate the HOLOCAUST; the second movement of the work was inspired in the poem “Yo estuve en Auschwitz” (I was in Auschwitz) by poet Beatriz Iriart.The concert was organized by Espacio Anna Frank from Caracas with the participation of Venezuela's Symphony Orchestra directed by maestro Alfredo Rugeles.





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