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The river was frozen with silence, not one thing survived.

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Silence kills little by little...

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This stanza that is highlighted in our poem is the part of the poem that relates to our topic, Silence, the most. Silence is all around us. Its a choice people make, for various reasons. Because of those choices death comes into lives. Silence is a killer. Just like the the people who were captured, they kept quiet and before they knew how bad it would be it was too late.

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Silent are the rivers that draw people to them with unsettled hearts and unsettled stomachs.

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Silence is like a river of grace inviting us to leap unafraid into its beckoning depths.

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Silence isn’t one drop. Silence is a river once it finally punctures the limit it’s meant to contain, its loud.

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Relaxing soothing is the river that runs deep, that keeps people in silence.

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“I had watched it all happening without moving. I kept silent. In fact, I thought of stealing away in order not to suffer the blows. What’s more, if I felt anger at that moment, it was not directed at the Kapo but at my father. Why couldn’t he have avoided Idek’s wrath?” (Wiesel, 54)

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“My father had just been struck, in front of me, and i had not even blinked. I had watched and kept silent. Only yesterday, I would have dug my nails into this criminal’s flesh.” (Weisel 39)

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“I found another answer: my crown had been listed in the register during the medical checkup; this could mean trouble for us both.” (Wiesel, 55)

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“...Telling the story of Malka, the young girl who had taken three days to die, and of Tobias, the tailor, who had begged to be killed before his sons.. Moche had changed. There was no longer any joy in his eyes. He no longer sang. He no longer talked to me, of God, or the cabbala, but only of what he had seen. People refused not only to believe his stories, but to even to listen to them.” (Wiesel, 16-17)

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Silence

Silence when we are walking,

Silence when we think,

Silence is what fills us all,

With a binding eternal link.

Silence in the little children,

Silence in the adults,

Silence wrapping around us all,

Silence pulsing in the walls.

Silence fills this hollow world,

Silence is the choice we make,

Silence is the death of this all,

Silence is our fate.