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Anna Swirszczynska (also known as Anna Swir) was a Polish poet whose works deal with themes, including her experiences during World War II, motherhood, the female body, and sensuality.
Swirszczynska was born in Warsaw and grew up in poverty as the daughter of an artist. She began publishing her poems in the 1930s. During the Nazi occupation of Poland she joined the Polish resistance movement in World War II and was a military nurse during the Warsaw Uprising. She wrote for underground publications and once waited 60 minutes to be executed. Czeslaw Milosz writes of knowing her during this time and has translated a volume of her work. Her experiences during the war strongly ... more »
Anna Swirszczynska Poems
A night of love
exquisite as a
concert from old Venice
played on exquisite instruments.... more »
The old man
leaves his house, carries books.
A German soldier snatches his books
flings them in the mud.... more »
Walking to your place for a love fest
I saw at a street corner
an old beggar women.
I took her hand,... more »
Cuddling in the arms her half-asphyxiated baby, howling,
she ran up the staircase of the apartment building that was set ablaze.
From the first floor to the second.
From the second to the third.... more »
You will not tame this sea
either by humility or rapture.
But you can laugh
in its face.... more »
She is sixty. She lives
the greatest love of her life.
She walks arm-in-arm with her dear one,... more »
She was an evil stepmother.
In her old age she is slowly dying
in an empty hovel.... more »
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The Ghetto: A Mother
Cuddling in the arms her half-asphyxiated baby, howling,
she ran up the staircase of the apartment building that was set ablaze.
From the first floor to the second.
From the second to the third.
From the third to the fourth.
Until she had jumped onto the roof.
There, having choked with air, clinging to the chimney,
she looked down from where she could hear
the crackle of flames which were reaching higher and higher.
And then she became motionless and silent.
She kept silent to the end, till the moment
at which she suddenly clenched her ...
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