Category Archives: Jewish
fragments of history — REMEMBER!
Almost two hundred thousand people passed through Terezin, Some fifteen thousand children. They say 132 survived. And until their dying day, they ask, those few who survived ask, “Why me?” Numbers — Who are they? The photograph preserves faces, behind … Continue reading
Thinking of Uncle Jesse, on Tu B’Shevat
Today is Tu B’shevat, and I am thinking of Uncle Jesse Jesse Wallach died on a winter’s day in 1999, at 90. “Uncle, great uncle, lend me your cane.” “It’s such a long walk from your lap to my bed.” … Continue reading
Come, Elijah, Come
Come, Elijah, come. The door is open. Your cup is filled with wine from each person’s glass. We’re serving dessert at the seder but there’s still plenty of food. You can stay with us for awhile so that you don’t … Continue reading
A Taste of Wine
Just a taste of wine left in the glass. We linger around the seder table Full of empty plates. Fragrances linger, like memories to nourish the mind. Outside the night deepens, yet I must leave For a meeting, for people, … Continue reading
The Ghosts Enjoy Klezmer
(Originally published in “Crossing Limits – African American and Jewish Poets”) The ghosts enjoyed the klezmer concert last night. They always do. The ghosts come from Vilne, from Cracow, from Lvov, from countless ghettos and vanished shtetls. The ghosts have … Continue reading
Jon Robison Poetry 