Tag: Polish poetry
death keeps its eyes open / and looks into my right pocket
New Girls and Room of SurprisesBy Grzegorz Wróblewski translated from the Polish by Adam Zdrodowski
Men suddenly become meek. / Damn, we all needed it badly.
The other part of truthBy Tadeusz Dąbrowski translated from the Polish by Antonia Lloyd-Jones
Around Friday heaven arrives; they no longer supply / hell (it stays on the shelf too long), but I’ve got / hell at home, as well as heaven and the saints.