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Shades (Free verse) by Niphredil Majdanek was never deserted.
its barren timbers ring with footfalls
those of the living
come to look, and cry, and leave
And by their side
the silent ones
treading the rotten floorboards
noiselessly.
Up the ladder:
thaw
Down the ladder:
Your silhouette still drinks at my table (Revised Edition)
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Posted: May 3, 2005 2:29 PM PDT; Last modified: May 14, 2005 3:39 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.119203 Overall Rank: 5909 Comments:
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Niphredil @ 132.68.225.2
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16-May-05/6:50 AM
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This poem was written after a visit to the extermination camp, Majdanek, in Poland.
For the context, I thought the first line was stunning. Good parallels between living and dead. I felt like I wanted an image after line two - something in keeping with the 'barren timbers'/'rotten floorboards' theme perhaps. Other than that, no quarrel.
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