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27 Jan 25 - 12:59 PM (#4216062) Subject: Lyr Add: Hill of Little Shoes From: Monologue John Hill of Little Shoes by Clive James I live in the shadow of a hill A hill of little shoes I love but I shiver with a chill A chill I never lose I live, I love, but where are they? Where are their lives, their loves? All blown away And every little shoe is a foot that never grew Another day If you could find a pair and put them on the floor Make a mark in the air like the marks beside your door When you were growing You’d see how tall they were And the buckles and the laces they could do up on their own Or almost could With their tongue-tips barely showing Tell you how small they were And then you’d think of little faces looking fearfully alone And how they stood In their bare feet being tall for the last time Just to be good And that was all they were They were like you in the same year but you grew up They were barely even here before they suddenly weren’t there And while you got dressed for bed they did the same but they were led Into another room instead And they were all blown away into thin air ?I live in the shadow of a hill A hill of little shoes I love but I shiver with a chill A chill I never lose And I caught that cold when I was chosen to grow old In the shadow of a hill of little shoes |
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27 Jan 25 - 09:08 PM (#4216081) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Hill of Little Shoes (Clive James) From: GerryM https://www.facebook.com/MonologueJohnBartley/videos/hill-of-little-shoes-written-by-clive-james-in-remembrance/1087319815456236 |
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28 Jan 25 - 04:30 AM (#4216091) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Hill of Little Shoes (Clive James) From: GUEST,Jerry I assume this relates to a pile of shoes found in woods near one of the WW2 extermination camps, being all that remains of some young and innocent lives. |
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30 Jan 25 - 05:57 AM (#4216250) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Hill of Little Shoes (Clive James) From: GUEST,henryp It's a lovely song, but I can't bear to listen to it. I think of my friend Frank Bright who was a survivor of Auschwitz. In his retirement, he was finally able to talk about his experiences. He gave talks to school children, and was awarded the MBE. He just wanted to take his place in English society, and this honour confirmed that he had succeeded. He died 18 months ago at the age of 93. He had two daughters but no grand children, so there is no one to continue his line. He chose to be cremated without any ceremony, just as his mother was at Auschwitz. |