Bouncing Bill Posted September 2, 2021 Share Posted September 2, 2021 Sometime I read a paragraph or a poem that really speaks to me. The following poem expresses my feelings. My wife and I spent varying lengths of time, from 90 days to 10 months, each year from 2005 to 2013 in Prague. We worked as volunteers at the International Baptist Theological Seminary. Prague is a wonderful city. It was not damaged in World War II and is the way Europe used to be before that war. The author, Petr Ginz, died in the Terezin Concentration camp. Memories of Prague How long since I last saw The sun sink low behind Petrin hill? With tearful eyes I gazed at you, Prague, Enveloped in your evening shadows. How long since I last heard the pleasant rush of water Over the weir of the Vltava river I have long since forgotten the bustling life of WenceslasSquare The unknown corners in the Old Town The shady nooks and sleepy canals, How are they? They cannot grieve for me As I do for them ... Prague, you fairy tale in stone, how well I remember! Petr Ginz (1928-1944) Terezin Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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