Zofia Pociłowska Kann, an artist sculptor. In the Ravensbrück camp, imprisoned from September 23, 1941.
Nothing More If I don't come back, Nothing of me will be left. Only someone's life Wronged enormously, And someone's faithful eyes, And bony hands waiting in vain For help, nothing else. If I don't come back, Nothing of me will be left, Except for unpaid debts. I will never forget them, For in eternity, A bloody streak of guilt Would follow me. There will be a white void of a sad, And distant death, no longer filled With dreams about good deeds. And nothing else. If I don't come back, Nothing of me will be left, Except for the hopeless tears Unconsciously suppressed. Except for the ruby longing in vain, Apart from broken, unfinished ascents. Except for the pain And lost love in space, Wounded by the sharpness Of treacherous gravels. Except for unfulfilled dreams, Young and insane, nothing else Of me will be left. Ravensbrück, 1942 Memories The silvery, thin thread It still connects me with you. Is it worth dreaming, About what has passed And gone forever? Just tell me. And now, only a haze of memories, With shining rain, sudden showers Like a kiss falling on the eyelids, Become sublime and foggy. But I know, You no longer miss me, You are alien and distant. And I know it's good, Now, to be lonely. Ravensbrück, 1942