Poetry 30 January 2016 “Viki”: A new poem by Anthony Thwaite "Thirty years later, in the Sheffield synagogue, / I saw you marry Norman, heard the strange sad chants". Fodor Museum, Amsterdam, 1961/Charlotte Salomon Foundation Sign UpGet the New Statesman's Morning Call email. Sign-up You came to live with us when I was eight And tried to teach me German: “Anton – Riesengroß Anton”. Silly stuff; but I was told I must be nice to you, a refugee, a Jew Escaped from Hitler. So I learned About the Anschluss, and the things you told About your father on his hands and knees Forced to scrub paving-stones while men stood by And spat on him. Also the man you loved, Fredl, An Aryan (and you explained) you’d left behind. Thirty years later, in the Sheffield synagogue, I saw you marry Norman, heard the strange sad chants, Heard the glass broken in its ritual And, in the foreign past, the sounds of Kristallnacht. Anthony Thwaite, born in 1930, has been a university teacher, a radio producer and a literary editor of the New Statesman. He is one of Philip Larkin’s literary executors and editors. His most recent volume of poetry is Going Out (Enitharmon Press). › Forget what you think of Doug Richard - the problem is much bigger Subscribe £1 per month This article appears in the 28 January 2016 issue of the New Statesman, Should Labour split?