Fear (click here to listen to me read it)
Fear by Eva Picková
Close in its grip, Death wields an icy scythe.
An evil sickness spreads a terror in its wake,
The victims of its shadow, weep and writhe.
Today a father’s heartbeat tells his fright
And mothers bend their heads into their hands.
Now children choke and die with typhus here,
A bitter tax is taken from their bands.
What I learned from this project was using imagery to understand something better. And also looking deeper into things, I didn’t really understand the poem at first but then I pictured something’s in the poem and made me understand it better.
My hear still beats inside my breast
While friends depart for other worlds.
Perhaps it’s better – who can say? –
Than watching this, to die today?
No no, my God, we want to live!
Not watch our numbers melt away.
We want to have a better world,
We want to work – we must not die!