Articles tagged " Polish"
Return from Assisi
A mutilated Giotto. A loud: Silenzio! From a car transporting animals we passed on the way the helpless look of a calf being taken off to slaughter follows me. Help, Saint Francis. Appear before the slaughterhouse…...
From “Konwalia”
1. Sunday, Kazimierz Market they have everything you can imagine here at least that's what it seems like though as usual everything amazes everyone with its poverty in fact i can't see myself in…...
Tiresias’s Lesson
1. What futures do the oracular oaks predict for us, the prophetic cups, what horoscope do computers draw, whom do they allow to read to the end? On which continent do dolphins carry which islands to cities…...
After Rain
Brother and sister, inscrutable sphinx, noble snail: what fate are you inscribing in your uncertain hand on the airport runway, in the last fall of a murderous century? 2000 For the next poem in this sequence,…...
The Museum of Fine Arts in Budapest
How did you find yourself here, poor mummy of an Egyptian princess, exposed to alien stares? Now it is here you have your afterlife. I myself am a part of it for a moment, while I'm looking at you.…...
PRODUCT IV (Love and Death)
An anthologist from Berlin asks me for poems new or recognized: ideally, they should amplify the union of love and death. I'd like to suit her, since I'm dying, but love is a master from outer…...
Tiresias’s Farewell
From unexpiated sins poems are born. That's why you sent down thickening darkness on my eyes. A spiral staircase carries me to countries under the earth - republics of shadow, kingdoms of grayness.…...
Calypso
The sea's color is green. The white sand is stained with blood. An old woman dies at the diner, underfed, under prepared. The telephone only takes phone cards. Some people are hard to recognize, even…...
A Stone from New World
Only when I turned it over on its other side did I see that the heavy sandstone circle which looked like the top half of a mill, grindstone or the top of a well, had been taken from an old Jewish tombstone.…...
Closer
Remember the very first time you did it tough wasn't the word. Turning the key, a sudden boardful of lights and music swelling behind our backs and acts of attention, you'd think the clothes would…...