| 9. TO OLGA Listen! The boat whistle has sounded now And we must sail Out toward an unknown port. We'll sail a long, long way And dreams will turn to truth. Oh, how sweet the name Morocco! Listen! Now it's time. The wind sings songs of far away, Just look up to heaven And think about the violets. Listen! Now it's time. --Alena Synkova Terezin Home | Poem 1 | Poem 2 | Poem 3 | Poem 4 | Poem 5 | Poem 6 | Poem 7 | Poem 8 | Poem 9 |