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LIT HLE - Final
LIT HLE - Final
English A: Literature HL
Poetry to Explore the Relationship Between the Present and the Past
yet seemingly extraordinary parts. The poet achieves this by positioning the reader
direction of thought. Whilst the overarching theme in each poem remains consistent,
speculation. Reality Demands, Moment and Census are three poems where
tone, Szymborska's poetry explores the relationship between the past and present
and memorialises the forgotten parts of the past suggesting that all of it is uniquely
important.
tragedies, insisting that despite suffering, humanity continues to grow. The poet
begins the poem with ironically precise motional imagery of "wet paint on park
benches", “letters fly[ing] back and forth”, "a moving van", and "blooming orchards".
Szymborska sharply contrasts the lively imagery with their allusive settings of "Bila
Hora", "Pearl Habor", "Chaeronea", and "Verdun", which are all places of tragic
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continues throughout the poem. The poet concentrates on this juxtaposition, musing
that "there is so much Everything / that Nothing is hidden quite nicely". Finding
the hints of past tragedies in daily life. The poet compares the soldiers in the naval
battle of Actium to "couples danc[ing] on the sunlit decks" and describes the grass
verb "besieged" to describe the lines of children wanting Ice-Cream and her
tone all the poet's observations have seemingly built up to this proposition, which
interpretation. Rather than academically reflect on her thoughts, the poet mocks
society's disregard for the loss of life, by mocking the significance of her line of
reinforced by Szymborska likening the flow of blood to the flow of rivers and the
with the response of "laughing" at "the wind rip[ping] hats from unwitting heads",
mocking the solemnity of the setting, using the pronoun "we" to suggest that this
behaviour is representative of broader society. As a result, the poet uses the final
stanza of her poem to emphasise a dark truth that tragedies are too often forgotten
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speculate that whilst reality demands that life goes on, it is crucial to memorialise
a setting's past is crucial to appreciating its present. To begin the poem, Szymborska
uses stunning visual imagery to portray a romanticised idyll. The poet emphasises
the "hill gone green" through a simile to liken the grass to an idealised landscape "as
through her description of "the misty" night sky "turning blue", and the sun's
landscape at length, emphasising its intricate beauty. Apart from "silence", the poet's
this landscape. Nevertheless, using kinesthetic imagery of the sky "turning blue" and
it. The repetition of "as if" is ironic because whilst it signifies the landscape's
portrays the history of this landscape by directing her thought to the Cambrian and
Silurian periods, where large tectonic movements produced mass volcanic activity,
which she personifies as "rocks snarling at crags", "plains push[ing] their way" and
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Differing from the naturalistic imagery, Szymborska proceeds to use an extended
metaphor to liken the features of the landscape to a theatrical performance. The poet
conveys this through using theatrical vocabulary, such as the features being "in
[their] place", the little brook being "cast", and a path holding its "role". Significantly,
however, it is able to be eternalised through her poetry. The poem's final stanza
moment is as vivid as her poetry can explain it. Eventually, by inviting "one of those
landscapes' history and timeless elements rather than temporary features. Cleverly,
of society’s disregard for the vast volumes of the past. In the first stanza,
the absurdity of the complete demolition of six crucial remnants of the past. The poet
creates a sense of empathy in the reader, mulling over the repeated rhetorical
question, "what can we do". Szymborska further reinforces this with vivid imagery of
the historical cities being ripped apart. The perceived frustration of the poet in her
thought compels the reader to empathise with history, imploring one to value the
past.
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After creating a relationship with the reader, Szymborska explains the dire situation
of society's disregard for the past. Observing "it is getting very crowded there", the
as "fierce tenants elbow[ing] their way through history". Szymborska impacts this by
humanising the dead: "thousands of individual faces ... each with a pair of unique
meditation, repeating the same rhetorical question, further building on the helpless
rhetorical question adds to the empathy felt by the reader, its irony is evidence of
Szymborska capturing the hushed truth of how society’s sees the past. The poet
foreign lands of streets", "floors", and "walls". Hence, the poet humiliates history by
society’s obsession with its present, and the effects of this on the past. Through
appeal to the reader's emotions through jarring juxtapositions and a pervading sense
focused life of Homer, who Szymborska symbolises as the ignorance of the average
Ultimately, the relationship between the past and the present is a central theme
throughout Szymborska's body of work which the poet presents through a uniquely
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meditative tone. By ruminating on this relationship, Szymborska captures unspoken
truths and highlights society's neglect of the past, and throughout her poetry, the
poet appeals to her reader's emotions with romanticised ruminations, and their
rationality with witty mockery. In a time so focused on the future of our species,
society’s relationship with the past. Encouraging each historical moment – uniquely
WORK CITED
Mifflin Harcourt.
APPENDICES
Appendix A – Reality Demands
Reality demands
That we also mention this:
Life goes on.
It continues at Cannae and Borodino,
At Kosovo Polje and Guernica.
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cannot escape
the approaching atmospheric front.
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and the canyons of black defeat,
where now, when the need strikes, you don't cower
under a bush but squat behind it.
Appendix B – Moment
I walk on the slope of a hill gone green.
Grass, little flowers in the grass,
as in a children’s illustration.
The misty sky’s already turning blue.
A view of other hills unfolds in silence.
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It’s nine-thirty local time.
Everything’s in its place and in polite agreement.
In the valley a little brook cast as a little brook.
A path in the role of a path from always to ever.
Woods disguised as woods alive without end,
and above them birds in flight play birds in flight.
Appendix C – Census
On the hill where Troy once stood,
seven cities have been excavated.
Seven cities. Six too many
for a single epic poem.
What can we do about them, what can we do?
The hexameters are bursting asunder,
unnarrated brick protrudes from the cracks,
in the stillness of a silent film ruined walls,
charred beams, broken links,
amphoras drained to the last bottom,
fertility amulets, orchard seeds,
and skulls tangible as tomorrow's moon.
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each the first and the last in time,
and each with a pair of unique eyes.
It used to be so easy to ignore something
that lachrymose, that spacious.
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