Poetry
Summer 2011
Vita contemplativa
From the Polish. It may already be September. I drank tasteless coffee in a café garden on Museumsinsel and thought about Berlin, its dark waters. These black buildings have seen […]
Poetry
Summer 2011
Wandering
From the Polish. We were vacationing with friends: a writer from the States, whose poems measure justice, and an actor from Warsaw, his face open to both good and evil […]
Poetry
Summer 2011
Self-Portrait
From the Polish. May, 2008, after seeing Eric Fischl’s Self-Portrait Keeps growing older. Frayed costumes. Reads a lot, sometimes vanishes in books like Indians in trackless jungles. Repeats himself, everything […]
Poetry
Summer 2011
Café
From the Polish. Berlin The café in a strange city bore a French writer's name. I sat reading Under the Volcano, with less enthusiasm now. Time to be healed, I […]