Edwin Vogt, American writer and poet, from Little Falls, New York,

was struck by the death of a young woman in such tragical way and is writing  poems

and novel in her memory.

                Lila In Lazienki Park
      
           Can beauty thrive where beauty fled,

           Can love return when love is dead?

           Can absence of a single soul

           Bring life again, make living whole?

           Yea, trees will bud and flowers bloom

           And statues bear a  stony smile,

           But who can lift the deathly gloom

           That lingers all the while?

           Benches sit where fountains splash

           And lawns lie trim and green,

           But one soul less is a ugly gash

           And a loss to the human scene.


           Edwin Yosef Vogt
           January 25, 2007

                       Treblinka
   There is no voice as sad as the wind at Treblinka;

   Eyes we have but see not, ears we have but hear not.

   Only the heart knows and shudders in silence.

   Only the wind was kind, shrouding their ashes

   In the crevices of the earth, gently covering.

   When the world turned aside,only wind gave eulogy.

   In mercy we are spared of the everlasting wails.

   In death, too, these cheated, but not forgotten.

   The wind, the moaning wind, sentinel of the dead;

   It shall bide here,beating its wings in sorrow!


   Edwin Vogt

   In memory of the Nachimson Family