{"id":8646,"date":"2015-09-02T00:35:27","date_gmt":"2015-09-01T22:35:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ehpes.com\/blog1\/?p=8646"},"modified":"2015-09-02T00:35:27","modified_gmt":"2015-09-01T22:35:27","slug":"bershad-orphanage-poem-by-edith-ditta-pomeranz","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/ehpes.com\/blog1\/?p=8646","title":{"rendered":"Bershad Orphanage Poem by Edith (Ditta) Pomeranz"},"content":{"rendered":"

From Ruth Glasberg Gold<\/strong>
\nThe writer, Ms. Edith (Ditta) Pomeranz was a volunteer at the Bershad orphanage during the war. The poem is in German — it is so difficult to translate a poem, but I do hope someone will attempt it for those who cannot read German…
\nRuth<\/p>\n

Meinen Kindern aus dem Berschader Kinderheim<\/p>\n

Ihr Kinder vom Orfelinat
\nDie ich so tief ins Herz geschlossen
\nF\u00fcr die, seit ich gewesen in Berschad
\nSo viele Tr\u00e4nen hab vergossen.
\nEuch schreib ich ein’ge Zeilen heut
\nIn Liebe und mit Z\u00e4rtlichkeit.
\nWer wei\u00df, wohin der Schicksal Euch zerstreut
\nUnd ob zu Ende ist schon Euer Leid.
\nIhr Kinder, meine teuren, lieben
\nHabet vergessen gar am Ende, die
\nDie Euch gelehrt, f\u00fcr Euch geschrieben
\nLieder, St\u00fccke und wohl manche Poesie.
\nHenny Granierer, Du mein Sorgenkind
\nDie Du so sch\u00f6n gesprochen hast und klug,
\nBehandelt endlich Dich das Schicksal lind
\nGelitten hast Du wirklich schon genug.
\nMilu und Leibale, Ihr K\u00fcnstlerpaar
\nSo talentiert und noch so klein
\nVielleicht werdet Ihr mal nach Tag und Jahr
\nWirklich mal gro\u00dfe K\u00fcnstler sein.
\nHawale Buchman Zigeunerin kleine
\nGeruht haben Deine H\u00e4nde nie.
\nSo flei\u00dfig wie Du, war wirklich mehr keine
\nDu scheutest niemals vor Arbeit und M\u00fch.
\nPyragowski Willi, der Klasse Stern
\nBesuchst vielleicht heute die Schule nicht mehr
\nDa\u00df Du – wie w\u00fcrde ich’s h\u00f6ren so gern –
\nDeine Lehrer auch heute begeisterst so sehr.
\nAuch m\u00f6chte ich wissen, ob Du noch vereint
\nMit Joszy Faust, unsern Langen,
\nOb er auch heute noch Dein Freund
\nWeil Ihr einander so eng habt gehangen.
\nIm Geiste h\u00f6r ich Dich, Mizzi Weistal,
\nDu singst so traurig, immer wieder.
\nSag, liebe, kleine Nachtigall,
\nSingst Du noch jene traurigen Lieder?
\nRossy Schermann, goldblondes M\u00e4dl,
\nAuch Du hast mir oftmals Freude gebracht,
\nDu hattest wohl einen holzigen Sch\u00e4dl
\nDoch hast Du dann alles besser gemacht.
\nSternberg Luzer, Du junges Genie
\nSchreibst noch imer Gedichte und Dramen
\nNoch kenne ich Deine Trag\u00f6die
\nBei der man geweint hat “Die Mame”.
\nRuth Glasberg, Srul Rennert, Poldi Kirmayer
\nGeschwister K\u00f6rner und die, die ich nicht genannt
\nIhr seid mir alle, alle gleich teuer
\nUnd meinem Herzen immer verwandt.
\nEuch allen hab’ich das geschrieben
\nVergesst nicht, wenn das Leben und die Zeit
\nUns wieder auseinandergetrieben
\nDa\u00df Ihr alle meine Kinder seid.<\/p>\n

Edith Pomeranz
\n(Hrea\u0163ca, 14-III-1945)<\/p>\n

Here below is a photo of Ditta and her husband taken in Romania in 1948
\n\"DitaBubi1948\"<\/a><\/p>\n

To My Children in the Bershad Children\u2019s Home<\/strong><\/p>\n

A Poem by Edith Pomeranz, translated from German by Bianca Rosenthal<\/strong><\/p>\n

You children from the orphanage
\nWhom I enclosed so deeply in my heart
\nFor whom since I have been in Bershad
\nI have shed so many tears.
\nToday I write to you a few lines
\nWith love and with tenderness.
\nWho knows to where fate will displace you
\nAnd whether your suffering will have reached an end.
\nYou children, my dear and beloved ones
\nPerhaps, alas, you have forgotten those
\nWho taught you, wrote for you
\nSongs, plays and most likely a lot of poetry.
\nHenny Granierer<\/strong>, you my child of sorrows
\nYou, who spoke so beautifully and wisely,
\nDoes fate finally treat you kindly
\nSince you already suffered enough.
\nMilu and Leibale<\/strong>, you two artists
\nSo talented and still so young
\nPerhaps some time later
\nYou will become great artists.
\nHawale Buchman<\/strong> you little gypsy girl
\nYour hands never stood still.
\nAs diligent as you was indeed no other girl
\nYou never shied away from work and toil.
\nPyragowski Willi<\/strong>, the star of the classroom
\nPerhaps you no longer attend school
\nThat you\u2014How much would I like to hear this\u2013
\nStill enthrall your teachers.
\nI also would like to know, if you together
\nWith Joszy Faust<\/strong>, our tall one,
\nWhether he still is your friend
\nBecause you were such close friends before.
\nIn my mind I hear you, Mizzi Weistal<\/strong>,
\nYou are singing so sadly, again and again.
\nTell me, you dear little nightingale,
\nDo you still sing those sad songs?
\nRossy Schermann<\/strong>, golden blonde girlie,
\nYou too brought joy to me many times
\nWhile having a stubborn mind
\nBut then you did everything much better.<\/p>\n

Sternberg Lazar<\/strong>, you young genius
\nAre you still writing poems and dramas
\nI still remember your tragedy
\nThat made everybody weep \u201cDie Mame\u201d.
\nRuth Glasberg<\/strong>, Srul Rennert<\/strong>, Poldi Kirmayer<\/strong>
\nBrothers and sisters K\u00f6rner<\/strong> and all those that I did not mention
\nAll of you, yes all, are equally dear to me
\nAnd always congenial to my heart.
\nI wrote all this for all of you
\nDo not ever forget, when life and time
\nShould separate us again
\nThat you all are my children.<\/p>\n

Edith Pomeranz<\/strong>
\n(Hreatca, 14-III-1945)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

From Ruth Glasberg Gold The writer, Ms. Edith (Ditta) Pomeranz was a volunteer at the Bershad orphanage during the war. The poem is in German — it is so difficult to translate a poem, but I do hope someone will attempt it for those who cannot read German… Ruth Meinen Kindern aus dem Berschader Kinderheim […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8,9,13,14,17,22,23,31,1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/ehpes.com\/blog1\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8646"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/ehpes.com\/blog1\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/ehpes.com\/blog1\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ehpes.com\/blog1\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ehpes.com\/blog1\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=8646"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/ehpes.com\/blog1\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8646\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/ehpes.com\/blog1\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8646"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ehpes.com\/blog1\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8646"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ehpes.com\/blog1\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8646"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}