SMALL TALK AT BUKOWSKA AND LIBELTA: A poet in Poznan. - Poetry Chapbook, 2012.

“Krabo” They say moon is the same for everyone Streets are hostile or friendly Nothing depends on your luck You exist cause you’re taught to...

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

"Error"

Gripe by night the love giants, the life we share
Twinned-wings, wave all, gentle within the angels
Vision grove, diamonds and passion-laden eyes
Lotus-face, delicate birds and beautiful hum fans
Of moonlight-pearls

Divine morrow, mark of leaves, tenderness, calm
Night follows the thirsty singing much
Lovers kissing much, gloom and midnight
Hands sense the beautiful, subtle-sweet sky
Of us the stars speak

The lightest heart, strong milk-warm solemn
Grown so blue, human and clasping for wake
Unknown, blessed, mute, dim stars enchanted
Now in sternness, sitting with forest-flowers
Dread mouth of piteous joys

Rare comets shining on leaves of love, spray
Of sweetness, follows the shots of fire, yellow
Fierce dark blooms – you are the ancient grove
Understand the high moon's fragrance
Yours eye is the highest

Damsels, jewels, given their end, dancers in
World heart, deep and forgiven, summits
Of dream, sitting in fourfold, golden and
Merry, you are merry, modestly watching
The coldness dancing with arrows of day

Lifelike, like soft eyes, touching the gate of spirit
Fish god, what a dream, praise your kings at twilight
You resemble twilight
Cut the monster hand
Light us a song

May your error lead to pleasures of blossoms

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