Someone Let Go of My Hand
- Someone Let Go of My Hand
The day you diedSomeone let goOf my handAnd let me fall into the abyssSomeone assaulted my faithNo one was next to meLike an orphaned child I wantedTo find the vertigo of emptinessI did not want to have a history orA beginningBecause when you were not thereYou left me without myselfI fell into the precipice of that nightWhere death offered neither comfort nor refuge. [End Page 77]
Marjorie Agosín grew up in Santiago Chile hearing the stories of her family who escaped the Holocaust as well as the pogroms. Agosín has documented her family's lives in two memoirs A Cross and a Star and Always from Somewhere Else. She is the author of Among the Angels of Memory, a collection of poetry dedicated to her great grandmother. The author of nearly twenty books as well as the recipient of important literary and Human Rights awards, Agosín is a professor of Spanish at Wellelsey College where she teaches courses on the literature of Latin American Jewish women and on human rights.
