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ART INTO POETRY. What do you think is going on in this photo?. Who do you think the photographer might be?. If you could speak to the little Polish boy, what would you say?. If you could speak to anyone else in the photo, what would you say?.
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If you could speak to the little Polish boy, what would you say?
If you could speak to anyone else in the photo, what would you say?
If you could hear anyone in the photo speak, what would they be saying?
poetry from this photo This poet "enters the spirit" of the little Polish boy in her poem of address, first describing and then ending with her personal reflection. To the Little Polish Boy Looking at you little boy your arms up in the air thinking of what you may miss if one of the demons shoots their guns ending your already scarred life looking at you little boy facing the fear that faces you how brave you really are... looking at you little boy seeing the star of David staining your clothes locked up in this ghetto with nowhere to go looking at you little boy and seeing only how precious life really is.
poetry from this photo This poem focuses on the woman in the photograph. The Woman's Cry Son, whatever you do keep those hands up. Soon in time, you will be able to put them down And let them move freely. You will be able to play with all the children again. But son, whatever you do, keep those hands up. Soon in time, you won't have to think about danger or fear. You will be able to go out at night without crying your heart out. But son, whatever you do keep those hands up. Soon in time, they will see how they hurt my little boy . . . The gun toward my son is not necessary, He is just a child. Son, whatever you do keep those hands up. Soon in time, the whole world who kept silent Will come out and help.
poetry from this photo Another poet puts herself into the picture by asking “what if”. Untitled What if I were your mother and held you high in the air in my tall arms under the warm sun exalted and kissed by God on your rosy cheeks, And the barbed wire and concrete grayness and cold were a far off twister of a storm cloud soon to be swept to sea never to rain on us as I hold you high in the air no pain of a gun piercing your back.
poetry from this photo Several poets wrote poems to the Nazi soldiers in the photograph. The Killing Soldier There you stand with your big bad gun, There you stand with all the power, There you stand with your face as a rock. Don't you care about that boy? Don't you care about his mother and father? Don't you care about his other family and friends? What did this boy do to you? Did this boy hurt you? Maybe you should think before you pull the trigger. Numb Ignorance It befalls you like rain. Senses shut down. No longer can you hear or feel or see. SEE the troubled eyes the little fingers and the tattered clothes. They call only to you— salvation! Senses shut down. You cannot cry back nor do you want to. This Innocence is your enemy. Remote controls move your body With the switch of a button —Your HEART is turned off—
Ask yourself the same questions about the next slides OR your own image. • What do you think is going on in this photo? • Who do you think the photographer might be? (not a specific person, per se) • If you could speak to the central figure, what would you say? • If you could speak to anyone else in the photo, what would you say? • If you could hear anyone in the photo speak, what would he be saying?
Your Task • Write a poem in response to one of mine or of your own image! • Incorporate your answers to the questions. • Use the sample poems as your guide, if you would like. • Poem must be 10 lines minimum. • Please provide the title of the work of art (and a copy if it was your own image).
