Captain Wilhelm Hosenfeld
Thanks to Hosenfeld , Spizlman survived
Hosenfeld died in a Soviet Labour Camp in 1952
they talked together
sat amongst the ruins
then spizlman played his favourite chopin _
captain hosenfeld listened
his mind walked through the past
remembering fruit trees and wine festivals before the war
remembering shades of happiness and love poems
a time when no one wore yellow stars
a time before the unspeakable
Last Lines
“I went on my way. A stormy wind rattled the scrap-iron in the ruins, whistling and howling through the charred cavities of the windows. Twilight came on. Snow fell from the darkening, leaden sky.”
The Pianist: The Extraordinary True Story of One Man’s Survival in Warsaw, 1939-1945, Wladyslaw Szpilman
Beautiful write. May we never forget ...
ReplyDeleteHow life can change from glorious to unspeakable...over and again throughout history, often with the same people in the crosshairs. Music holds our humanity from light to dark to light again. A wonderful write, Cressida.
ReplyDeleteThe film was excellent as well. I still remember vividly WW2 as a boy in England hearing the V1 rockets overhead knowing that while the drone of the engine could be heard you were safe as it only fell to earth when the fuel ran out!
ReplyDelete...an amazing movie!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem...May we never forget, never repeat the horrors of the past.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem of beautiful story (and movie) enhanced by beautiful music.
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