(b. 1972) - poet, essayist and columnist. He has published books of poetry: "Poems" (1995), "Ode on St. Valentine's Day. Cecilia" (1997), "Ode sick soul" (2000), "Holy Land" (2002), "collected poems" (2003), "Imago mundi. Poem "(2005)," Underground Butterflies "(2010)," De profundis "(2010), collections of essays," Accommodation is in the Cathedral "(1999) and" A recipe for a masterpiece "(2003) and a selection of essays," Heaven in my mouth "(2010). Is the winner of the Award Foundation. Koscielski, Poetry Competition them. x. Joseph Baki, Prize. Kazimiera Iłłakowiczówna, Prize. Fr. Janusz St. Stepson and Awards Artus. Columnist weekly "Guest Sunday." A member of the magazine "44 / Forty and Four." Works with dwumiesięcznikiem "Arcana" and the vintage "Political Theology." He lives in Gdansk Matarnia.
In hora mortis
Poland will not die until we perish
while our older brothers migrate to the land where the secret
beat source streams gush forth therein
death falls to his knees before the eternal existence
killed instantly in the dark forest, pray for us
insurgents there to Middle-earth channels go
path leads through the grave of the Lord - there is no way you have to wrap
in a shroud white and red
they cease to toughen us a shot in the poll
planes will fall behind or front of the airport
cold wind from the eastern provinces are still blowing us in the back
reed bends infraction candle flame flickering
and the more nonsensical your death seems
the fold so that the hotter you are a native nation
only the winner with his God
a kiss of death has labeled the head
April 10, 2010
first edition: "Guest Sunday" 2010 No. 15
Forty-four
About old life no one remembers
burning candles before the palace of President
with a foreign mother, the blood of its former bohatery.
And his name will be forty-four.
Polish
confinement in the dark are not the Christ of nations are
Jonah in the belly of the whale
ah go go to the Nineveh
April 13, 2010
first edition: "Rzeczpospolita" ("Plus Minus") from 1924 to 1925 in April 2010
Ms. Cogito
Memory of Anna Walentynowicz,
died April 10, 2010 in Smolensk
and buried in the cemetery Gdansk
Street Srebrniki
darkened your city at midnight from the wharf
the gentle slope of a moraine in the concrete tower blocks
to put
molded from small the great goal of people long since subsided
Community
singing at the gate once and for all time confiscated leaflets
to the gallery - the business - the crowds banging
Russian tank just as he was standing next to the yard
maybe it will not be in this world can you invented
Herbert
you were faithful engaged to a dark end to
not umiałaś the showrooms to be wandering
sleep but now guarding what you Peepholes
buried in the ground on a sack of silver coins
moon shines brightly
Athenian your profile: Justice
first edition: wojciechwencel.blogspot.com
interpretation Jan Pietrzak (music Mariusz Dubrawski)
Icarus
Pieter Bruegel: Landscape with the fall of Icarus
His the mythical decline was not noticed
still traded in gold and cotton plow
waded through the black earth and the ships sailed
shepherd of your sheep przeliczywszy hundred
has turned their backs to the sea barczystymi
and dreamed of the heavenly almonds
had no feathers on the water you would think that nothing
not happen here (Daily life always wins, is more durable than
great tragedies.)
but we felt the horror of looking at the landscape
because they do not yet healed wound of the world, and the air quivered
as the body of the convict
question claws of the beast, or the sun daggers
in fact it does not matter because
dark essence is always the same
bring the height and unurzać
in the mud outside the picture frame was watching us closely
offender: sunrise or a demon Southern demon
April 10, 2011
first edition: teologiapolityczna.pl
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