From: “After the Cry”

you have no name, no place
talk to yourself, sand, grass


are you crying?
who heard the meadow cry?


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Poetry From the November 2005 issue: Seoul Searching

Krystyna MilobedzkaKrystyna Milobedzka

Krystyna Milobedzka (1932) is a poet and author of plays for children, as well as a scholar of children's theater. She has published ten volumes of poetry and has been awarded many of the poetry awards of Poland.

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Translated from PolishPolish by Alissa VallesAlissa Valles

Alissa Valles is a poet and translator from Russian and Polish. She has worked for the Institute of War Documentation in Amsterdam, where she grew up, and is now working toward a doctorate in the Committee on Social Thought at the University of Chicago.

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