God Hid His Face
Selected Poems of RAJZEL ZYCHLINSKY
 
What Swims There in the Hudson?

What swims there in the Hudson 
in the red light? 
Who is crying there: Save us, 
we are sinking!? 
They are my dead, 
the cremated, 
who are sinking again 
in my memory.
 

Translated by Barnett Zumoff 

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