Poland remains undzer heym, our home, no matter how bitter the memories, how filled with disappointment and betrayal. Amerike iz goles, America is exile, a foreign land in which I speak a foreign tongue. But I will never live in Poland. I do not want to, though I do not see an end to the mourning.
Irena Klepfisz (b. 1941), U.S. Jewish poet, essayist, and educator; born in Poland. Dreams of an Insomniac, part 3 (1990).
From an essay written in 1983. Kelpfisz's father, a Jewish rights activist, was killed in the 1943 Warsaw Uprising. She and her mother escaped the violence and left Poland for Sweden, eventually making their way to New York City. Their relatives all died during World War II, most of them in the Treblinka death camp.