My Father Poem by Abraham Sutzkever

My Father



My father is a floe on rivers of Siberia,
My mother is a bonfire on Viliya's mire,
But both are inside me,
The floe and the bonfire.

My child, they will stay inside me,
Behind the eyelids of my eyes —
The bonfire and the floe of ice.

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Abraham Sutzkever

Abraham Sutzkever

Smorgon, Russian Empire
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