A Yiddish Poem From The Holocaust

Friday, April 25, 2014
Stan Zynoberg and CMHR Researcher-Curator Dr. Jeremy Maron with a copy of Herschel Zynoberg’s poem. Source: CMHR

This year, Sunday April 27 marks the beginning of Yom ha-Shoah—a day devoted to the memory of the Holocaust 1. As such, I would like to take this opportunity to discuss an object the Canadian Museum for Human Rights recently acquired—a Yiddish poem from the Holocaust, written on January 13, 1943 by Herschel (Harry) Zynoberg.  

Herschel was born in Radom, Poland in 1917. His family was caught up in the Holocaust after the Nazi invasion in 1939. During the Second World War, Herschel was sent to the Radom Ghetto, and then to Auschwitz, where his life was spared due to the fact that the Nazis required his skills as a tailor. After the war, Herschel ended up in a displaced persons camp in Stuttgart, Germany. He came to Canada with his wife (also a survivor) around 1947-1948, and passed away in 1999.

Un man in uniform on a horse in a street. Two persons are standing by him.

Herschel (Harry) Zynoberg working as a police officer in the displaced persons camp in Stuttgart, c. 1946-1947. Courtesy of Stan Zynoberg.

When Herschel’s son Stan rediscovered the poem in 2012, he said the thought was almost immediate—he wanted to donate it along with its English translation 2 to CMHR and approached us with the offer. We excitedly decided to accept the poem into our permanent collection, as it very clearly fits with our human rights mandate. Not only is it a unique piece of personal history directly from the Holocaust, but it exemplifies the persistence of human dignity. It embodies Herschel’s retention of his religious, cultural and linguistic identity, even in the face of the Nazis’ brutal campaign to eradicate all traces of precisely this identity.

Given that Herschel wrote this poem in the midst of his experiences during the Holocaust, one of the most compelling aspects is how it interweaves despair and hope.  Scan of an old piece of paper.

Herschel (Harry) Zynoberg’s Yiddish poem, written during the Holocaust on 13 January 1943. Source: CMHR

The poem vividly conveys the sense of hopelessness in the ghetto—“The darkness still hung over the surroundings. The sad sky still hung over the ghetto.” It describes the young and old, fathers and mothers awaiting the Angel of Death (“Malech Hamavos”). It also speaks to the threat of violence in the ghetto, describing the “white snow turn[ing] red” after hearing “a boot moving in the frosty snow.”  

Yet at the same time, there are elements of hope. First, the poem speaks to resistance and dignity. Written on the exact date of a deportation from Radom to Treblinka, Herschel exclaims, “And the brown heart’s face blazed. Victorious they faced death. Crying out triumphant3.” 

The poem also longs for the continuation of the Yiddish language, people and culture. Yiddish, a primary language of the majority of Jews killed in the Holocaust, was almost eradicated as millions of Yiddish-speakers were murdered. At the end of the poem, Herschel envisions “Our dear ancient Yiddishkeit” flourishing eternally in paradise (in “Gan Eiedn,” the Garden of Eden).

Lastly, there is a call for remembrance. Not only is the author remembering—“Yiskor. Today I remember all that I suffered”—but there is also an implicit call for the reader to remember all those targeted in the Holocaust, the “Yiddishkeit.”  

Earlier this year, I asked Herschel’s son Stan what this poem meant to him. He replied, “To me, that poem is my father’s experience in the war. It has almost a doomsday feeling. I think he wrote that not expecting to come out of it alive.” He feels that with the poem, his father was trying to leave something behind, saying, “This is my legacy. Don’t forget.” 

And we won’t.

1. The date of Yom ha-Shoah marks the anniversary of the Warsaw Ghetto uprising according to the Jewish calendar (on the 27th of Nissan). As such, the date changes slightly each year on the more commonly used Gregorian calendar. Also, as days in the Jewish calendar begin and end at sundown, Yom ha-Shoah will also be widely recognized on April 28.


2. January 13, 1943 

The darkness still hung over the surroundings
The sad sky still hung over the ghetto
A small wind flew with the storm
And left further without any rush or fuss 

The evening left us and went on its way
A frosty early morning came in replacement
An unusual fog announced a problem
A day of pain, suffering, theft and murder

A dead stillness awaited the Malech Hamavos
The heart stopped, the blood boiling
A voice pleaded Shma Israel
That the enemy’s footsteps be destroyed 

Suddenly a scratching noise was heard
A boot was moving in the frosty snow
The father bit his lip
The mother cried out in pain

An old person sighed bitterly
A young fist bent with fury
For a third time the terrible times made us tremble
And that froze with fright

And once again the white snow turned red
And the brown heart’s face blazed
Victorious they faced death
Crying out triumphant

Not seizing the morning
Not how a day has started
Because the devil was choking me
And hurting me  

Yiskor! Today I remember all that I suffered
I see souls in silk clothes and there with the righteous in Gan Eiedn
Our dear ancient Yiddishkeit


3. As the specific date of Herschel’s deportation from the ghetto to Auschwitz is unknown, it is uncertain as to whether he wrote the poem in the ghetto or from his memory of the ghetto during his internment at Auschwitz. However, given the implicit reference to resistance and the dating, it is likely that he wrote the poem while still in the ghetto, in the midst of the preparations for resistance.

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