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Metropolis Burning (Imagination) (Imagination) (Imagination)

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I love the poems in this book.

In it, Karen Kovacik does almost the impossible. She writes about the tragic 20th-century history of Poland with a firm awareness of what happened in Warsaw and Auschwitz but she also manages to infuse the Polish landscape of lost lives and lost battles with a love for Poland and an excitement in writing about it that is infectious. And in doing so she gets at -- for me -- the very heart of Poland.

One of my favorite poems in the book is "Versions of Irena" about her aunt who grew up near Auschwitz. Here's a piece of that poem:

1943

She could smell them burning, their forgotten
valises piled in a corner of the yard
along with topcoats and short pants, sheet music,
a book of French pictures. She hid the brittle pages
in her coat and learned what a man's body
could do to a woman's. Midnight was the hour
of gravity, when the sergeant swung the bell
on his table. He wanted his heart's delight:
something milky to help him sleep, warmed cognac
to dull his dreams. Each night, she smelled them burning.