Friday, February 23, 2007

A poem by Anne Frank

I see the world being slowly
transformed into a wilderness
I hear the approaching thunder.
And yet, when I look up at the sky
I somehow feel that peace and
tranquility will return once more.

-Anne Frank (July 15, 1944)


Anonymous said...

i love all the poems you both you and others. jcn

Froggymama said...

Anne's optimism and wisdom is amazing to me. I just LOVE this poem (or rather entry in her diary). It is so full of hope, but with a forboding sadness. What blows me away is that she was only 15 when she wrote this. And only 15 when she died.