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Seeds
This Saturday morning in late January (Bleak, blustery, frigid, just right for going to see a movie), I enter the Polish forests of the early 1940s, Led by four rough, violently rivalrous Jewish brothers: The Bielskis — Tuvia, Zus, Asael, and Aron.
I join that desperate number of homeless ghosts Who've eluded the ghettos, the Nazi Einsatzgruppen, Only to find themselves terrified, starving, Groping for the most primitive shelter and sustenance — Humanity stranded in anti-Semitism's no-man's-land.
For two hours, we suffer and endure perils, travails, Discover, in the closing frames, After acts of raw and unintentional heroism (Performed by the Bielskis and our ragged band of partisans), That nearly 1200 of us forest people will survive the war,
Keep our spirits alive, and, by sheer exponentiating spirit, Perpetuate tens of thousands of diasporan Jews, Who'll flourish, over the next few generations, In countries far beyond our deracinated Poland — Seeds, scattered by ill winds, filled with beautiful blooms.
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