Sunday, January 1, 2017

ANNA ZAPALSKA

ANNA ZAPALSKA

FOGGY NOVEMBER

Foggy November-
Days of leafless longing,
We are still waiting...








NO SUCH WORDS

No such words
To write you
With earthly letters,
No such poems...


To describe you--
Your heart, your soul--
Thy lunar lyrics,
Thou art my art...
My only one amazing art...








ASSISI

In the hot sunlight
Time stopped for a while,
When Past, Present and Future...
Were absent, away from this realm,
And that chime drowned out
All anguish with unknown bliss,
When warm stones and streets
Were redolent of roses-
Haply like those aromas
Of Saint Rita's forehead
At that time years ago...



ANNA ZAPALSKA


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