Anna Swirszczynska

(1909 - 1984 / Warsaw)

I Knocked My Head Against The Wall - Poem by Anna Swirszczynska

As a child
I put my finger in the fire
to become
a saint.

As a teenager
every day I would knock my head against the wall.

As a young girl
I went out through a window of a garret
to the roof
in order to jump.

As a woman
I had lice all over my body.
They cracked when I was ironing my sweater.

I waited sixty minutes
to be executed.
I was hungry for six years.

Then I bore a child,
they were carving me
without putting me to sleep.

Then a thunderbolt killed me
three times and I had to rise from the dead three times
without anyone’s help.

Now I am resting
after three resurrections.

Comments about I Knocked My Head Against The Wall by Anna Swirszczynska

  • Silver Star - 3,066 Points Dutendra Chamling (10/31/2015 2:49:00 AM)

    Some walls have fallen down now. Wonderful poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 16, 2012

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