So. I don’t know what to say about this one, and as a consequence, will not be rating it. This is an epic narrative poem written in the 1820s, discussing and commemoraing Polish independence and apparently also functions as an allegory. So not only am I ill-equipped to say much about it, I don’t “get it” outside of the story itself. So here’s what I will say. I read this because one of my students this year is a gung-ho second generation Polish immigrant. He […]
War is Now.
Konrad Wollenrod by Adam Mickiewicz
