IV The Dead
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
Washed with sorrow, swift to mirth.
The years had given them kindness.
Dawn was theirs
And the sunset, and the colours of the earth
They had seen movement, heard music
Till Honour lost its worth
Known slumber and waking; loved;
Had gone proudly friended;
Touched flowers, touched furs, touched cheeks; sat alone;
All this is ended.
"I went to a pre-view of the Russian film in Auschwitz concentration camp. When one sees children of Mo's age and younger in this horrible place and the clothes of infants who were killed, it is worth a year of our lives to help to register for ever and with practical result the reasoned horror of humanity."
DAVID MAXWELL FYFE
I saw Hilary at the Speakers & he told me he was doing a talk but was not allowed to mention horrors, we really are all mad. What do they think this trial was about?
SYLVIA MAXWELL FYFE