Listen to the world’s best poetry read out loud.

for Moshe Liba
after reading his ‘Holocaust’ poems

[‘The aims of life are the best defence against death.’ Primo Levi]

To grow up
in the shadow
of sorrow
blue ancestral grief
a curtain of grey
moved by a passing breath
in the clouds. Rain catches us
in the occupation of death
tearing us further
on the journey
to life. A rush of wind
and dark rolls back
from day. For an instant
flowers blaze, the sun
a spread of stars
lighting up the hills.