To Anne Frank

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Written on a train from Amsterdam to Copenhagen, after visiting the Frank house museum. Anne Frank and her family were arrested on August 4, 1944. She died in a concentration camp in February or March 1945, about two months before the end of the war in Europe. ...A note about the use of the word "rape". This was probably not Anne or Margot's (her sister, who died one day before Anne) physical fate. I use the word in a sense that anyone might after reading her diary, and realizing what the extreme insanity within which she lived did to an intelligent, sensitive, caring and beautiful girl. Thank you for reading. Thank you even more if you keep, for anyone's or everyone's sake, hate from your heart and your actions ...for the rest of your life.

..................To Anne Frank
 

............................................................................Amsterdam
............................................................................August 4, 1984
Dear Anne;

.........I heard that you were taken away
today,
forty years ago.
And if there's a place
for innocent little tortured souls
to rest beautifully,
I hope my thoughts
can reach you there,
where surely you've
found peace.

.........By the time you left us
the beast was cornered
in his own pit of hateful poison.
I hope at least you knew.
I'm sorry the Liberators
couldn't reach you in time.
They tried; with all their might they tried.
I know you held brave
thoughts and hope to the end:
You were like that.
Raped, beaten and starved
you were stronger
than the fiercest animals
amongst them.

.........Though hidden, or impure,
thank Nature's Gift that such as love
is not uncommon.
And the world cleansed itself,
for a time,
though you couldn't see.

.........In your youth your genius for faith
lay untainted,
even awash as you were,
a small girl, trying to hide in a dark corner
of the darkness,
in a world whose heart had gone steel and lead.

.........Your triumph grows,
for you not only show us unconquerable spirit,
but softly, and with tender courage,
show such can be done.

.........If only you could know
you didn't die a nameless death,
an unheard voice,
a toneless, wordless song.
We hear you,
and see you.
We know you,
for you are within each of us.
You call out,
and gently, and very proudly,
we hear the power
within ourselves.




by Steven P. Pody
Excerpted from 'The Panoptikon'
 


Submitted: January 03, 2021

© Copyright 2021 Steven P. Pody. All rights reserved.

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AFRODITE STATHI

I have read her diary.This is very touching.An honor to her.Bravo.

Sun, January 3rd, 2021 7:36am

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Se efcharistó pára polý. She would have made a wonderful poet, herself, I believe. Appreciate the comment, Lady A! Cheers!

Sat, January 2nd, 2021 11:52pm

The Ghost-Bull

Heartbreaking, but--also--such a powerful poem to the, now rested, Anne Frank.

Sun, January 3rd, 2021 5:01pm

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Thanks for reading. Ms. Franks speaks clearly to the world from the past to an ever-relevant present ...but never enough people seem to listen.

Sun, January 3rd, 2021 9:13am

Bert Broomberg

Good poem. You mentioned "dying a nameless Death". That happened to so many people during the holocaust. That's why I am glad that in my country -the Netherlands- two years ago, all the names of the Dutch people who were murdered in the holocaust were read out loud at camp Westerbork, the transit camp from where the trains left to the extermination camps.

Mon, January 4th, 2021 2:52pm

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Yes, the Frank family were on the last train out of Westerbork. A terrible time, and no one should forget the Jews and non-Jews who suffered. Thanks kindly for reading, and for your comments. SPP

Mon, January 4th, 2021 7:18am

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