Rajzel Zychlinksy z"l (1910-2001)
Yiddishe Poet
Rajzel Zychlinsky, the famous Yiddish poet, passed away on June 13, 2001 in Concord, California, after a long struggle with pneumonia.
She would have been 91 on July 27, 2001. She was well known for her holocaust poetry and received the Manger prize in 1975 in Israel. One of relatively few living Yiddish poets, the widely published Zychlinsky has been writing since the 1920's. Between 1939 and 1993 she published seven books of poetry in Yiddish. A collection of poems, "God Hid His face", was translated to English and published in 1997. She has been extensively translated and anthologized. She was included in Aaron Kramer's well known anthology: "A Century of Yiddish Poetry."
For the last two years she resided in a nursing home in Walnut Creek, California, where her son Marek Kanter paid her weekly visits. On these occasions she enjoyed being read poems from her book "God Hid His Face."
One of her favorite poems was about a neighbor across the street where she lived in Brooklyn. It was performed by the Traveling Jewish Theater in San Francisco as part of their 1998-99 production "Diamonds in the Rough."
An article about Rajzel Zychlinsky appeared in the January 29, 1999 issue of the Northern California Jewish Bulletin, which contained the remainder of Zychlinsky's poems performed by the Traveling Jewish Theater.
Rajzel Zychlinzky was born in Gombin, Poland. She emigrated to the United States in 1950, with her husband and son, having survived the holocaust by fleeing to Russia. She continued to suggest changes and corrections to her poems up till four months before her death. The last revisions she made were to her poem about a walk in a park in Warsaw, shortly before she fled to Russia.
Ringelblum's: "Notes from the Warsaw Ghetto."
In the daytime, I see him in the street
in a dark suit,
shaved,
combed,
wearing a tie -
at night the light shines in his window
across from my window.
A survivor
of Hitler's gas chambers,
he sails at night around
his undarkened window -
a wandering ship
on oceans of darkness,
and no port
allows it to enter,
so it may anchor
and darken.
Only in the mornings
does it go out,
the sickly yellow light
in his window.
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