The sirens will call out at 1700 CET
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winterCity of menace, like a coffin lid
thrown down an abyss as if
by a tempest's blow –
yet proud
as a black lion who takes long to die
- Krzysztof Kamil Baczynski, Warsaw (translation by Irene P. Coulter)
If there is one thing that gets me by the heart, in fiction and otherwise, it's the dying warrior who still finds the strength for one last attack and lashes out just to HURT, to MATTER. And almost succeeds.
Sixty years ago, a city did this.
August 1st, 1944. The Warsaw Uprising.
Was it a real bullet, son,
or your heart that broke?
- Elegy for a Polish Boy
thrown down an abyss as if
by a tempest's blow –
yet proud
as a black lion who takes long to die
- Krzysztof Kamil Baczynski, Warsaw (translation by Irene P. Coulter)
If there is one thing that gets me by the heart, in fiction and otherwise, it's the dying warrior who still finds the strength for one last attack and lashes out just to HURT, to MATTER. And almost succeeds.
Sixty years ago, a city did this.
August 1st, 1944. The Warsaw Uprising.
Was it a real bullet, son,
or your heart that broke?
- Elegy for a Polish Boy
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