Tadeusz Rozewicz Poems

When all the women in the transport
had their heads shaved
four workmen with brooms made of birch twigs
swept up
...

I am twenty-four
led to slaughter
I survived.
...

Suddenly the window will open
and Mother will call
it's time to come in
...

And yet whiteness
can be best described by greyness
a bird by a stone
...

Lasciate ogni speranza
Voi ch'entrate

abandon all hope
...