February 2012
6 posts
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Z. Herbert "Tren Fortynbrasa"/"An Elegy of...
Elegy of Fortinbras
Now that we are finally alone we can talk, dear prince, man to man
And thought you lie here on the stairs seeing as much as a dead ant
Nothing but a black sun with its rays all broken
I could’ve never think of your hands without a single smile
And now as your hands rest on the marble like some fallen nests
They are vulnerable they always been This is what the End means
...
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E.Lipska "Podczas Świąt"/During the Christmas time
During the Christmas time
During the Christmas time
You can finally switch the phone off.
When the God is born
The guy next-door would knock.
I watch Casablanca
With the usual hunger
For digression.
Accompanied by the solitude
I drink sweet milk served with honey.
My sixth finger
Taps on the keyboard.
I will write no more.
The rest of the evening
Is silence.
original:
Podczas Świąt
Podczas...
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E.Lipska "Nikt"/Nobody
Nobody
I agree on this view
although it does exist no longer.
The father holds a violin in his hand
the children are starving for a sweet sound.
Clumsy wind caresses
roses’ soft petals.
And then comes the war. We lose each other
in a hurried crowd.
Words disappear hidden behind
the scared sentences.
An empty room
fixed in the darkness
of our old houses.
Please, leave the...
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E. Lipska "Ruch"/"Movement"
Movement
I would have never guessed
the bird would call me
and say
let’s fly all over the world.
And though I have no wings
And though it has no face
We read each other
from the greatest book on creation.
polish original:
Ruch
Nie przypuszczałam
że zadzwoni do mnie ptak
i powie
że fruwamy razem na tym świecie.
I chociaż ja bez skrzydeł
a on bez ludzkiej twarzy
czytamy...
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E.Lipska's "Jesień"/ The fall
Fall
We try to portray the autumn.
Step by step. Leaf by leaf.
Counting all the colors.
There’s a tormented haze on the cross.
And your voice drizzling softly.
There is a topic undiscovered around us.
Like a sad gray murmur of the wind’s chant.
So in love, we cook a simple meal
In the rusty morning of a red fall.
And then
the same, exact moment rages
all over again
as we
catch the cold...
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The cat in an empty flat / on W.Szymborska "Kot w...
Original / Kot w pustym mieszkaniu by W. Szymborska/
The cat in an empty flat
You can’t just die on your cat.
He certainly would feel terribly confused
because what he is to do within an empty flat.
Purring and chasing isn’t quite the same
the furniture isn’t as interesting
Nothing really changes
yet everything is different.
And the lamp doesn’t shine as bright
And the steps on the stairs not...
