Lyrics of Life

The Wise Men will unlearn your name.  Above your head no star will flame.  One weary sound will be the same—  the hoarse roar of the gale.  ...

No monument stands over Babi Yar. A steep cliff only, like the rudest headstone. I am afraid. Today, I am as old As the entire Jewish ra...

I am Goya of the bare field, by the enemy’s beak gouged till the craters of my eyes gape I am grief I am the tongue of war, the embers...