“A survivor of the Holocaust, Paul Celan wrote spare, hauntingly
beautiful lyric poems about suffering and loss” (Puchner 1467). Celan’s poetry deals with the unspeakable; he
writes of the vile horrors of his experience, yet he conveys them in a moving
and rhythmic way. “Deathfugue,” his most famous poem “refers to the dance music
that an SS commander forced prisoners to play during marches and executions [at
a concentration camp]” (Puchner 1468). The
poem shows the shocking dichotomy of happy music being sung while suffering and
death occurs amidst the Holocaust.
“Deathfugue” begins with the prisoners proclaiming they drink toxic
liquid each day, all day long: “Black milk of daybreak we drink it at evening /
we drink it at midday an morning we drink it at night / we drink and we drink”
(Celan lns. 1-3). The prisoners are forced day in and day out to figuratively
drink in the ways of the camp. If they choose to go against authority, they
will be killed. Thus, the black milk symbolizes death and the Nazi’s power.
When Celan writes, “we shovel a grave in the air where you won’t lie too
cramped” he is being facetious (4). Since thousands of prisoners were killed in
gas chambers, the graves in the air reference the smoke from the
crematoriums.
As the poem continues, Celan writes of a vicious SS guard, who is
oblivious to his cruel treatment of Jews or to the suffering happening around
him. Instead, he works in a hideous labor camp during the day and is
entertained by singing and watching others work. In the evening, he goes home,
sleeps in a warm bed, plays with his snakes, looks up at the beautiful stars,
and writes about his beloved, a beautiful blonde German woman.
During the day, however, he terrorizes the prisoners with the prospect
of death. Meanwhile, prisoners dig more graves and others play music for him to
enjoy: “He shouts dig this earth deeper you lot there you others sing up and
play / he grabs for the rod in this belt he swings it” (Celan 16-17). If they
do not do as he commands, there will be brutal consequences.
Similar to the music that is played, “Deathfugue” repeats itself,
mimicking the advancing frenzied feeling of intimidation and possible death.
The rhythm of the poem gets faster as the theme of death becomes more real for
the prisoners.
In another one of his poems, “Aspen Tree,” Celan also speaks of death
but on a more personal level. Since Celan’s parents were killed in
concentration camps, he expresses his mourning for his mother in this poem: “My
mother’s hair never turned white” (Celan 2). Clearly, his mother’s life was
cruelly cut short; thus, she did not get to experience old age.
Celan opposes sentiments for his mother with inanimate objects. The comparison shows the similarity between
the lifeless objects and his mother’s short life: “Dandelion, so green is the
Ukraine / My fair-haired mother did not come home” (Celan 3-4). His mother was
killed in a Ukrainian concentration camp. Her life was wiped out like a
dandelion, an unwanted weed growing in a yard. She may have been beautiful, but
the Nazi Party considered her useless. As a result, she never made it home.
Paul Celan’s poetry is powerfully haunting. He conveys horrors from the
Holocaust, an experience he could not forget. Similar to author Tadeusz
Borowski, who wrote “This Way for the Gas, Ladies and Gentelman,” Celan had
difficulty adjusting to life after the Holocaust. Horrific memories haunted each
man; as a result, they could not escape the torment, and each committed
suicide. Their poetry serves as a bitter reminder of their unhappiness and continual
anguish.
Works
Cited
Celan, Paul. “Aspen Tree.” Trans. John
Felstiner. The
Norton Anthology of World Literature. Ed. Martin Puchner et al.
Shorter 3rd ed. Vol. 2. New York: W.W. Norton, 2013. 1470. Print.
---. “Deathfugue.” Trans. John Felstiner. The
Norton Anthology of World Literature. Ed. Martin Puchner et al.
Shorter 3rd ed. Vol. 2. New York: W.W. Norton, 2013. 1469-1470. Print.
Puchner, Martin, Gen ed. The Norton Anthology of World Literature. Shorter
Third ed. Vol. 2. New York: W.W. Norton, 2013. Print.