(b. 1957) - poet. He has published volumes of poetry: "Bone and an apple "(1998)," Exit "(1999)," Building a house "(2002). Publishes in" Frondzie "and" Arcanach.
Triptych Katyn
first vigil
If anyone was watching, the devil, if anyone watches
, God.
blood rises again, which long ago sank into the Katyn
down.
wrapped up, goes upward,
earth in a jar rozpęka,
to welcome visitors from the west,
welcome them in Smolensk.
Behind them was a small country,
stripped from the former size.
I do not know who's playing at the top
with us in the marked cards. Airplane
draws circles around
a milky fog. Big
zwarły forces.
Smolensk forest walks.
II. Something
something happened sometime between Gibraltar and
Katyn
something happened now
Smolensk took place to fulfill
closed circle
was something like I understand
not understand than in the tooth
III. Las
came to me tonight
Smolensk forest silently pine and birch, and that time
the circle of skulls przestrzelone
- what do you want from us, O Lord?
odmówiłyśmy
treason to deny the rosary
wanted to escape to escape
but I will not have the strength
too generous gifts are your
of grave national
Trap
It's such a place on earth
between someone and someone
so-so passers-by,
it a plane, which flies in the pious, of course, intentions,
resistance to the invaders, and
love peace and quiet,
who does not know the price, then the action
"Storm" or share "Picasso" or
room with the pigeon in its beak,
anyway trap
which the locks, the cat is saturated
prey,
the cat or the other, probably both
be satisfied with the time.
God himself, after all pledged to trap,
to defend us from ourselves
.
Airport
This is the Russian land, our airport, your airplane may
hardly comes close,
no one here was not invited, no one is waiting for you, let
białopolak Smolensk passes away.
so hard to understand you Simple things for us?
cichły birds will again doorstep
spring and will go into the world a warning from the Slavic brothers
wanted to Katyn? Well, you Katyn.
Testament
am lost as I lived,
on the road to Katyn,
did not want to die, I just wanted
,
letting others know where they come
and where they are going
those who say goodbye to me, say that
died for a legend, without which the nation
wanderer is like a stray in Fog
not know
I know that it is shapeless as mist forest,
when he wakes up to life at dawn, and the graves
now I'm back on the road,
humanly speaking, the last one,
those who say goodbye to me They say
that this road leads to the Wawel Castle, where the heart beats
legend says
glory dead, live together
calling
DZIADOWSKA / BEGGARS song about the tragedy
When Kaczynski was lost
swayed, swaying trees
,
ułożyły up the cradle
trees in the Katyn Forest
When Kaczynski was lost
heart trembled, and then ran ahead
crazy like a flame before it goes out. How
flame
as an aircraft wing detached
When Kaczynski was lost
God looked, the devil is enjoyed.
thoughts ran ahead and died insane
in the dark as the grave
forest was lost when President Kaczynski
ground trembled for a moment, then
around silence as night fell.
Trees in Russia as the cradle of fog
woven
hands devil
Up
until the column of Zygmunt
freakish snake
pozakręcany
do not know where to stand
if I continue. And they stand
tomorrow will be going
want to survive. Candles
sea of \u200b\u200blights
flowers garden colors
dry eyes cry as always - on time of season.
May Soon chants and then Pentecost.
Eternal rest. Daily
mess.
on 04/10/2010
not closed the airport did not close their mouths
grow on Polish soil
new Katyn oaks
Let us flowers as with the Slavs
drop of blood rosary
first edition of each poem: "Arcana" 2010 No. 4
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