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| Six Poems by Gail Peck |
Gail Peck writes, All of these six poems will be included in the new
manuscript I am currently working on. It is tentatively titled “Counting
the Lost Children.” After my last book of poetry, I challenged myself to
write poems based on works of art, and not be solely dependent upon
autobiography. However, since I know the power of memory and personal
experience, I wanted to include poems that are autobiographical, in part
or in whole. My stepfather was in the Army, and stationed in Berlin
during 1957-1960. While I was too young to absorb all the history of
Berlin at that time, it later became an abiding interest for me, and seems
now to have found its natural place in my work.
manuscript I am currently working on. It is tentatively titled “Counting
the Lost Children.” After my last book of poetry, I challenged myself to
write poems based on works of art, and not be solely dependent upon
autobiography. However, since I know the power of memory and personal
experience, I wanted to include poems that are autobiographical, in part
or in whole. My stepfather was in the Army, and stationed in Berlin
during 1957-1960. While I was too young to absorb all the history of
Berlin at that time, it later became an abiding interest for me, and seems
now to have found its natural place in my work.
| Prams at Auschwitz |
One hundred hundred wheels
brought from all the city streets—
Warsaw, Krakow, Lodz . . .
Satin linings now wet with snow
hold no cry, no lullaby or rattles.
Tops that opened and closed.
Here come some more
with shiny chrome
pushed into the store room.
Outside the crematorium,
a checkered one with fringe
turned over in the mud.
Wind sometimes sets those
upside down wheels spinning.
brought from all the city streets—
Warsaw, Krakow, Lodz . . .
Satin linings now wet with snow
hold no cry, no lullaby or rattles.
Tops that opened and closed.
Here come some more
with shiny chrome
pushed into the store room.
Outside the crematorium,
a checkered one with fringe
turned over in the mud.
Wind sometimes sets those
upside down wheels spinning.
Six Poems by Gail Peck
Table of Contents
1. Lullaby
2. One, For Praise
3. Prams at Auschwitz
4. Rest
5. The Goblets
6. Woman Reflecting
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Table of Contents
1. Lullaby
2. One, For Praise
3. Prams at Auschwitz
4. Rest
5. The Goblets
6. Woman Reflecting
LiturgicalCredo.com Home Page
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