These poems are part of my attempt as a Gentile to deal with the Holocaust, ultimately a doomed effort. Perhaps I am driven by a kind of survivor guilt as one who by the accident of the time, location and ethnicity of my birth in one sense was completely unscathed by the Holocaust, but whose world became inescapably haunted by it. And there is always that terrifying, unanswerable question of what role I would have played if I had been born a German...
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