ALICJA
KUBERSKA
I AM
I am who I am.
Grounded in
reality as a result of events,
Taking chances and
informed choices.
I do not know how
much was up to me,
Or how much of
fate was in the bones,
That leads me to
meet people
And understand the
real being.
Sometimes one
sentence
Can change the
world,
Just as a spark
will burn old reality.
I am always amazed
DRAWERS
Large drawers,
Fat dragons with
big bellies,
Swallow the pages
of my poems.
Saved careless
letters,
Scraps, bits of
thoughts, dreams, feelings
About which I have
been musing.
Scrambled words
On what you need
and do not need
- Napkins from the
bar,
Small pieces of
paper,
Lie dormant.
Maybe someday
I will open the
drawer.
From the cocoon of
pages
Will hatch poems,
as colorful as dragonflies,
Or like crickets
chirping,
And they will fly,
who knows where,
And to whom
THE MATCHES
I am a child that
has not been blessed.
I stand at a
street corner
With matches in my
hands
And light my
dreams with little sparks.
I know why it is
so and understand what happened.
My clock did not
strike happy hours…
Or maybe didn’t
strike them often enough
THE SADNESS
I don't know,
Where you find the
border of sadness.
Maybe it consists
of circles like the Dante's hell.
I am pulled in
deeper and deeper
By the quicksand
of disappointment.
The blue heavens
are closing over me.
My smile is more
perfect than the moon.
It always looks
like a half-moon
and leads the
crowds of the observers astray.
Only the abyss in
my eyes is getting blacker and deeper.
The eyes cannot
lie
COAT
I wear a body like
a cloak,
Patience,
humility, years.
It's that time -
it tore and I darned the holes.
My coat shrinks
and disappears
With passing days,
Until one day it
scatters and
So it is with all
the coats.
And me? And what
about me?
Perhaps they will
hatch from the coat cocoon
And I will turn
into a cricket.
It's a difficult
metamorphosis,
The most difficult
in life.
This is the price
of immortality
Without the gift
of eternal youth
DUTY
I am trapped in
the labyrinth of many duties.
My life like sign-
posts
Predict the words
- You must
- You should
- You are not
allowed
- It is your duty
I would have liked
to rise higher and run away.
I know now, that
the only thing I must do is to die.
Nothing more
ALICJA KUBERSKA
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