Poetry
Winter 1998
Pursuit
From the Polish. I know that silence will greet me, and yet. No hubbub, no trumpets, no ovation, and yet. Neither bells of alarm, nor alarm itself. I’m not even […]
Poetry
Winter 1998
A Thank-You Note
From the Polish. I owe a lot to those I do not love. The release in accepting they are closer to other people. Joy that I am not wolf to […]
Poetry
Winter 1998
To the Heart on Sunday
From the Polish. Thank you, my heart, for not dawdling, for keeping a move onwithout flatteries, without reward from innate diligence. You’ve got seventy merits per minute. Every contraction is […]