Dedication by Czeslaw Milosz

A poem in honor of those who died in the Second World War or the Holocaust, Milosz talks about how poetry becomes useless when it cannot save those who need to be saved. I got the impression that the persona in the poem was undergoing some sort of personal turmoil, the understandable dilemma of those who survived the war. Again, the poem is sad in the sense that there is nothing anymore that the persona can do. He has survived and it has become both a gift and a burden to him. I saw the extents of the effect of the war, how it not only killed people and destroyed nations but warped people's principles and their outlook on life as well.