I have the urge to say a prayer. I do not know to whom. He who once gave me comfort will not hear it, should it come. To whom, then, would I pray? I am its choked-up prey.
Maybe I should entreat a star up there: "old distant friend, Come substitute for my lost speech. I am at my words' end. "That good star deep in ether Won't hear my prayer either.
But I have got to say a prayer. Someone very near, Somebody in my soul is tortured, and demands a prayer. So I jabber on and on Senselessly until dawn.
- Vilna Ghetto, January 1942
Avraham Sutzkever was born in Smorgon (now Belarus) on July 15, 1913. His family settled in Vilna, where he got involved with the Yung Vilne, a group of aspiring Yiddish writers. His first collection, Lider, was published in 1937. When the Vilna ghetto was established, Sutzkever (like the other members of the leftist group) continued his creative work and became one of the ghetto's most famous poets. Gradually, through his extensive involvement with the partisans, his writings took on a more political tone. His revolutionary spirit was not confined to his writing. He also engaged in numerous acts of armed resistance. When he heard of the imminent liquidation of the ghetto, Sutzkever and his wife escaped to Moscow, and shortly after the war, the couple left for France and later for Israel, where he died in 2010.
A. Z. Foreman is a linguist, poet, short story author and/or translator pursuing a doctorate at the Ohio State University. His work has been featured in the Threepenny Review, Rattle, ANMLY, Poet Lore and elsewhere including two people's tattoos but not yet the Starfleet Academy Quarterly or Tattooine Monthly. He writes from the edge of thought between sleep and waking. He wants to pet your dog. He is grateful to Merjem Hodzic for her proofreading of his Bosnian passages for this piece.