Holocaust
Poetry
Wisława
Szymborska is one of the leading poets of postwar
Szymborska
has been as reticent to discuss her biography as to discuss theoretical aspects
of her poetry. In one poem she asks what poetry is and replies firmly, "I
don't know and I don't know and I hold on to that/like to a life raft."
Her work is characterized by humility, a wry and frequently ironic sense of humor, and a profound sense of the joy and tragedy inherent
in individual human existence and in the collective history of the species.
Commentators generally agree with her that there is no need to know anything of
her life to appreciate or understand her poetry. This is one of the few
theoretical questions on which her position is unambiguously known, and while
it may not apply equally well to all poets, it does seem to hold true for her
work. Each of her poems successfully creates its own world, and there is little
to connect them beyond some stylistic and methodological consistency.
The
poetry of Wisława Szymborska is remarkably rich
in imagery, subject matter, and intellectual scope. She has written on topics
ranging from the purely quotidian ("Cat in an Empty Apartment") to
the arts, history ("Reality Demands"), love, existential angst
("Four in the Morning"), and much more. Her work is highly complex
and constantly reveals new dimensions of meaning and expression. If there is
one thing that characterizes her approach, it would be the concretization of
our abstract and fragmented perceptions of the physical, psychological, and
moral world. It is highly reminiscent of Hegel's pre-phenomenological position
in his famous essay "Who Thinks Abstractly?" in which he describes
people watching a hanging and shows each spectator focusing on just one aspect
of the man on the gallows. Each of them thinks he or she is seeing the totality
of the phenomenon, but in actuality each only sees a single aspect: criminal,
son, youth, and so on. Szymborska examines familiar phenomena, and by reminding
her reader of their details and multifaceted nature ("eagerness to see
things from all six sides"), she brings to consciousness a refocused and
renewed sense of what is there.
She
has written numerous poems to address social and political themes, including
the conflicts and atrocities of the twentieth century. The three poems from her
oeuvre that most directly address the Holocaust are "Still" ("Jeszcze"), "Hunger Camp near Jaslo,"
and "Hitler's First Photograph," and each in its own way demonstrates
her poetic method and contributes to an understanding, both of the phenomena
they address and of her poetic imagination. The three poems appear in a 1998
collection of Szymborska's poetry, Poems, New and
Collected, 1957-1997.
"Still"
is an extended metonymic evocation of a sealed boxcar containing Jewish
"names" travelling across the Polish countryside to a sinister destination. The focus on the names instead of the people to
which they are attached is not an exploration of nominalism
but an indictment of the crude objectification of the "other," which
lies at the core of anti-Semitism and other forms of racism: "Let your son
have a Slavic name,/for here they count hairs on the
head,/for here they tell good from evil/by names and by eyelids' shape."
It diminishes their value as individual persons, as personalities, and it seemingly
legitimizes the artificial alienation it engenders. Interestingly the poet's
target here is not Nazism and its adherents but her compatriot inhabitants of
the countryside through which the train is traveling.
True, the Nazis may have filled and sealed the boxcars, but it is local
anti-Semitism she refers to specifically, and in doing so she raises the always
disturbing and thorny question of the passive complicity of bystanders. The
train is neither invisible nor silent as it moves like a ghost ship through the
countryside. Indeed, she contrasts the clickety-clack
of the train moving along holding its grotesque cargo with the "crashing
silence" of those on the outside who know but refuse to act or even
acknowledge what is happening.
In
"Hunger Camp near Jaslo" Szymborska also
refers to the silence around such events, but like Anna Akhmatova in
"Requiem" she enjoins her poetic persona to "write it," to
tell the world. She takes the reader away from conceiving the Holocaust as a
phenomenon of unimaginable—and therefore abstract—proportions to confronting
the individuality of each victim: "History counts its skeletons in round
numbers./A thousand and one remains a thousand,/as though the one had never
existed."
Similarly,
in "Hitler's First Photograph"—a truly remarkable poem—Szymborska
with disturbing irony presents a picture of Hitler as a lovable little baby
("Precious little angel, mommy's sunshine, honey bun.") who embodies
all the hope and potentiality of any other infant. He represents and embodies
his parents' joys and dreams, he might grow up to be just about anything, but
there is no mention, no hint, of the diabolical monster he in fact became. He
is identical with all of us and all of our children at that
age—indistinguishable: "Looks just like his folks, like a kitten in a
basket,/like the tots in every other family
album." The reader is left with the realization that everyone is obliged
to try to understand and to be engaged, unlike the history teacher at the end
of the poem who cannot hear what is going on around him and simply
"loosens his collar/and yawns over homework."
These
poems, while not occupying a large space within Szymborska's
work, are closely connected with other works that, in combination, develop an
expansive and profound expression of the worth and importance of every human
being and every human existence. Szymborska explores aspects of the Holocaust
in the same way as she approaches the minutiae of daily life, probing common
details with phenomenological thoroughness to force us to reintegrate our
experience of them with greatly increased and intensified awareness of their
complexity, richness, and power.
—Allan
Reid