“And in the sky, the moon wept / Looking on with pity / Bathing passers-by /
With loving radiance. / Here they crammed us in / Like herring into a barrel /
Barely, barely did we find shelter / We sat in one corner. / Night fell, outlining /
Golden stars /And covered with darkness / Human suffering.”
—from a poem by Lev Rozhetsky, Odessa schoolboy, August 1944



Published in association with the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum