Unspeakable. / Woodward, Natalie.

1 p. 2013, Poem.

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Unspeakable. / Woodward, Natalie.

1 p. 2013, Poem.

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title = "Unspeakable",
abstract = "After visiting Auschwitz-Birkenau in 2012, I was struck by the buzzing life in the town and villages so close to the camps. Surrounded by bushes and the birch trees which inspired Nazis to rename Brzezinka to 'Birkenau', the camp was shielded from the public eye. This poem is my account of the silence which surrounds the camps, stemming from the fact that so many victims, sent left to the chambers, died without being accounted for.The journal in which this was published has folded, but I am working with a small group of students to get it running again.UnspeakableO{\'s}wi{\c e}cim, like other towns, has a history,but one which stops before its time.Townsfolk are talking in old tonguesand laughter is on their lips.Their young are growing older.Their old are growing older.I wonder if they know their townis a tree burnt from the roots up.Brzezinka was translated into treesplanted to block out shadows.Wooden tongues take hold in soilAnd stick, wordless, to bits of bone and teeth,ovenscattered.Each bone, light as ash, testifies onlyto a haunting absence.Past the trees, they land silently,touching the ground like lips brushing against an ear,as stories of the uncounted leftare left uncounted..",
keywords = "Auschwitz, Birkenau, TESTIMONY",
author = "Natalie Woodward",
year = "2013",
month = apr,
language = "English",
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N2 - After visiting Auschwitz-Birkenau in 2012, I was struck by the buzzing life in the town and villages so close to the camps. Surrounded by bushes and the birch trees which inspired Nazis to rename Brzezinka to 'Birkenau', the camp was shielded from the public eye. This poem is my account of the silence which surrounds the camps, stemming from the fact that so many victims, sent left to the chambers, died without being accounted for.The journal in which this was published has folded, but I am working with a small group of students to get it running again.UnspeakableOświęcim, like other towns, has a history,but one which stops before its time.Townsfolk are talking in old tonguesand laughter is on their lips.Their young are growing older.Their old are growing older.I wonder if they know their townis a tree burnt from the roots up.Brzezinka was translated into treesplanted to block out shadows.Wooden tongues take hold in soilAnd stick, wordless, to bits of bone and teeth,ovenscattered.Each bone, light as ash, testifies onlyto a haunting absence.Past the trees, they land silently,touching the ground like lips brushing against an ear,as stories of the uncounted leftare left uncounted..

AB - After visiting Auschwitz-Birkenau in 2012, I was struck by the buzzing life in the town and villages so close to the camps. Surrounded by bushes and the birch trees which inspired Nazis to rename Brzezinka to 'Birkenau', the camp was shielded from the public eye. This poem is my account of the silence which surrounds the camps, stemming from the fact that so many victims, sent left to the chambers, died without being accounted for.The journal in which this was published has folded, but I am working with a small group of students to get it running again.UnspeakableOświęcim, like other towns, has a history,but one which stops before its time.Townsfolk are talking in old tonguesand laughter is on their lips.Their young are growing older.Their old are growing older.I wonder if they know their townis a tree burnt from the roots up.Brzezinka was translated into treesplanted to block out shadows.Wooden tongues take hold in soilAnd stick, wordless, to bits of bone and teeth,ovenscattered.Each bone, light as ash, testifies onlyto a haunting absence.Past the trees, they land silently,touching the ground like lips brushing against an ear,as stories of the uncounted leftare left uncounted..

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KW - Birkenau

KW - TESTIMONY

M3 - Other contribution

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