"PERHAPS THESE WORDS WILL ENDURE”:

Iturned 30 this past May a bittersweet occasion, wherein my madcap twenties were laid to rest and the possibilities of a somewhat wiser decade lay ahead. I was gifted a familiar tome at my birthday party, one I’d lost years before: The Collected Poems of W.B Yeats. Yeats’ poems, and his prose, had made a great impression on me during my studies at UNL. One passage in particular, from The Celtic Twilight (1893) an unpolished yet ambitious collection of Yeat’s essays has stuck with me:

“I have desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and significant things of this marred and clumsy world […] Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a little.”

Indeed, it seems no matter how rich or barren the landscape of one’s circumstances, artistic expression finds fertile ground.

Take for example our cover subject, prolific painter and Holocaust survivor, Samuel Bak. It was in the Vilna Ghetto in modern-day Vilnius, Lithuania with the help of Yiddish poets Avrom Sutzkever and Szmerke Sutzkever where he first exhibited his art. Sutzkever and Sutzkever feared it might be the then 9-year-old Bak’s first, and last, opportunity to share his talent. However, Bak and his mother managed to evade capture; the only two members of his family to survive. The 89-yearold hasn’t put down his paintbrush since, with thousands of works to his name and numerous gallery exhibitions internationally including a permanent hub at the University of Nebraska at Omaha’s newly established Samuel Bak Museum.

Returning to Yeats, it was regrettable to learn that the young poet who once championed free expression and founded Dublin’s Abbey Theatre stared too long into “a gaze blank and pitiless as the sun” following the Easter Rebellion and the aftermath of the first World War turning to fanatic mysticism and even flirting with Fascist ideology to reframe his shattered worldview prior to his death in 1939.

With that said, I’d like to turn a new page one I discovered while editing our feature on Samuel Bak to a stanza by one of the Yiddish poets he met in Vilna, a fellow survivor and friend of Bak’s who passed in 2010. From Avrom Sutzkever’s “Grains of Wheat” (Vilna Ghetto, 1943):

“Perhaps these words will endure, And live to see the light loom And in the destined hour

Will unexpectedly bloom?

And like the primeval grain

That turned into a stalk

The words will nourish, The words will belong

To the people, in its eternal walk.”

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