Adam Zagajewski’s "Autumn" is a forceful and almost violent meditation on the season, imbuing it with historical, existential, and mythic weight. Rather than presenting autumn as a time of quiet decay or gentle transition, as it often appears in poetry, Zagajewski frames it as a season of invasion, destruction, and loss. The poem weaves together natural imagery and historical allusions, evoking war, conquest, and upheaval. Through this lens, autumn becomes an unstoppable force, stripping away not only leaves but also memory, identity, and human presence. The poem opens with a statement that conveys inevitability and disruption:
"Autumn is always too early."
This simple yet effective declaration establishes autumn as something unwanted, an interruption rather than a natural progression. It suggests that autumn arrives before one is ready, reinforcing the sense of disturbance that permeates the poem. The next lines contrast this arrival with the lingering presence of summer:
"The peonies are still blooming, bees / are still working out ideal states,"
The image of blooming peonies and working bees represents continuity, order, and industry. The bees, "working out ideal states," suggest the persistence of structure and purpose in nature—until autumn intervenes. The introduction of "cold bayonets" marks a sharp shift in tone. The use of "bayonets" transforms autumn into an armed aggressor, a military force piercing through fields. This militarization of the season casts it as an enemy, one that arrives with the "wind raging," reinforcing its chaotic and unrelenting nature. The second stanza deepens the sense of autumn as an invading force:
"What is its origin? Why should it destroy / dreams, arbors, memories?"
These rhetorical questions suggest a futile search for meaning behind autumn’s destructiveness. Unlike more conventional depictions of autumn as a natural cycle, Zagajewski portrays it as an irrational force, one that "destroys dreams, arbors, memories." This line broadens the destruction beyond the physical world—autumn erases human aspirations, structures of shelter, and the past itself. The phrase "The alien enters the hushed woods," presents autumn as an intruder, something unnatural, as if it does not belong. The allusions to "anger advancing, insinuating plague" reinforce this sense of hostility and inevitability. The historical weight of "the raucous howls / of Tatars" adds a layer of conquest and invasion. The mention of Tatars—often associated with brutal raids in Eastern Europe—aligns autumn with historical violence, suggesting that it operates like a marauding army, devastating everything in its path. The third stanza continues this motif, emphasizing autumn’s ability to erase:
"Autumn rips away leaves, names, / fruit, it covers the borders and paths,"
The mention of "names" in the list of things autumn takes is particularly striking. Names symbolize identity, memory, and history, and their erasure suggests a kind of oblivion, a stripping away of personal and cultural recognition. The phrase "it covers the borders and paths" speaks to the way autumn blurs distinctions, making familiar landscapes unrecognizable. The next lines turn autumn into something intimate yet ominous:
"young / autumn, lips purpled, embraces / mortal creatures, stealing / their existence."
The personification of autumn as "young" contradicts its destructive nature, but "lips purpled" suggests both the coldness of death and the richness of autumn’s colors. The "embrace" of autumn is suffocating, not nurturing—it is a force that "steals existence," emphasizing mortality and the inescapability of decline. The fourth stanza escalates in intensity, turning to imagery of sacrifice:
"Sap flows, sacrificed blood, / wine, oil, wild rivers, / yellow rivers swollen with corpses,"
Here, the natural imagery of sap, wine, and rivers becomes ominous. The reference to "sacrificed blood" suggests that autumn demands an offering, reinforcing its violent, almost mythic role. The escalation from "wild rivers" to "yellow rivers swollen with corpses" injects the poem with wartime horror, recalling mass graves and historical atrocities. This is no longer just a meditation on seasonal change but a larger reflection on the cyclical nature of destruction, loss, and suffering. The "curse flowing on" reinforces the sense that this devastation is ongoing, not just a single event but an eternal process. The final stanza presents autumn as a merciless executioner:
"Breathless autumn, racing, blue / knives glinting in her glance. / She scythes names like herbs with her keen / sickle, merciless in her blaze / and her breath."
The imagery of "blue knives glinting in her glance" aligns autumn with a deadly precision. The mention of a "sickle" invokes both the Grim Reaper and the communist emblem, deepening the historical resonance of loss and political violence. The phrase "merciless in her blaze / and her breath" solidifies autumn as an entity beyond human control, a relentless force that destroys without remorse. The final lines—"Anonymous letter, terror, / Red Army."—cement the poem’s political and historical undertones. The "Anonymous letter" suggests a secretive, ominous communication, possibly an allusion to denunciations in totalitarian regimes. "Terror" aligns autumn with fear and oppression, while "Red Army" explicitly evokes Soviet military power, reinforcing the theme of conquest and destruction. This abrupt, unsettling ending leaves no room for a traditional autumnal reflection of melancholy or beauty. Instead, it frames autumn as an allegory for historical trauma, loss, and erasure. Zagajewski’s "Autumn" is a powerful departure from the conventional pastoral imagery of the season. It does not romanticize change but rather presents autumn as a force of annihilation—historical, personal, and existential. The blending of natural cycles with violent, historical, and militaristic imagery suggests that autumn is not just a season but a symbol of collapse, a reminder of the forces beyond human control. It is an unsettling and urgent poem, one that refuses to let the reader settle into the comfort of seasonal transition, instead insisting on autumn as an embodiment of destruction and impermanence.
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