Lucyna, thank you for posting this and the other youtube about pre-
I've never written about the Warsaw Uprising but heard about it often
when I was a boy growing up in Chicago. My father and his friends
would come together and talk about the tragedies Poland suffered in
World War II: the scattering of the Poles by the Nazis and Soviets,
the Katyn Massacre, the blitzkrieg, the death camps, the Warsaw
Uprising, and so many more. A long sad litany.
I wrote a poem years ago about Katyn; and after watching the youtube
film about the Uprising, I thought it would be good to post that poem.
It conveys my feelings about those who were lost.
There are no Great Walls there,
No Towers leaning or not leaning
Declaring some king's success
Or mocking another's failure,
No gleaming cathedral where you can
Pray for forgiveness or watch
The cycle of shadows play
Through the coolness of the day,
And soon not even the names
Of those who died will be remembered
(Names like Skrzypinski, Chmura,
Or Anthony Milczarek).
Their harsh voices and tearing courage
Are already lost in the wind,
But their true monuments
Will always be there, in the dust
And the gray ashes and the mounds
Settling over the bodies over which
No words were ever spoken
And no tears shed by a crying mother
Or a trembling sister.
--- In Kresy-Siberia@yahoogroups.com
, "Lucyna Artymiuk"
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