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Friday, April 16, 2010

Witness, part one

The poet remembers. The poet preserves our past and present.

Czeslaw Milosz was one such poet. He has been called a poet of memory and of witness.

Living in Poland at the crossroads of history, he endured life under each of the twin evils of the twentieth century, Nazism and Communism.

“During the Nazi occupation, he worked in the Warsaw University Library, wrote for the anti-Nazi underground, [and] heard the screams and gunfire in 1943 as Germans killed or captured the remaining Jews in the walled Ghetto.” (obituary,
New York Times, August 15, 2004)

A POOR CHRISTIAN LOOKS AT THE GHETTO

(Warsaw, 1943)

Bees build around red liver,
Ants build around black bone.
It has begun: the tearing, the trampling on silks,
It has begun: the breaking of glass, wood, copper, nickel, silver, foam
Of gypsum, iron sheets, violin strings, trumpets, leaves, balls, crystals.
Poof! Phosphorescent fire from yellow walls
Engulfs animal and human hair.

Bees build around the honeycomb of lungs,
Ants build around white bone.
Torn is paper, rubber, linen, leather, flax,
Fiber, fabrics, cellulose, snakeskin, wire.
The roof and the wall collapse in flame and heat seizes the foundations.
Now there is only the earth, sandy, trodden down,
With one leafless tree.

Slowly, boring a tunnel, a guardian mole makes his way,
With a small red lamp fastened to his forehead.
He touches buried bodies, counts them, pushes on,
He distinguishes human ashes by their luminous vapor,
The ashes of each man by a different part of the spectrum.
Bees build around a red trace.
Ants build around the place left by my body.

I am afraid, so afraid of the guardian mole.
He has swollen eyelids, like a Patriarch
Who has sat much in the light of candles
Reading the great book of the species.

What will I tell him, I, a Jew of the New Testament,
Waiting two thousand years for the second coming of Jesus?
My broken body will deliver me to his sight
And he will count me among the helpers of death:
The uncircumcised.

~ Czeslaw Milosz (1911-2004), Polish poet, essayist and translator, and winner of the 1980 Nobel Prize in Literature

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