ALICJA MARIA KUBERSKA
LIKE AUSCHWITZ
Auschwitz could be anywhere.
Plans and ideas are waiting in
people's minds.
It only needs time and a little
barbed wire.
It is enough to close the sky above
the earth,
Extinguish hopes, break the
rainbow.
Atomic suns will brighten again
with burning rays of death.
Choking dust of hatred will blow in
everywhere.
The sown wind will stir up the
sandy storms.
The Great War about everything and
about nothing.
Losers, winners
FLOWER GARDEN
Mother spread a carpet on the
fertile ground,
by the damp ribbon of a stream.
Woven of many shapes and colors,
on the canvas of sun’s golden rays,
in seeds and rhizomes it stores
the memory of the beauty of past
years.
In the morning,
the eyes of flowers moistened by
dew,
intensely flash with all colors
like small pieces of stained glass
in church windows.
The evening subtly paints the
landscape over
with interplay of light and shadow,
and adds a shade of gray.
The garden abides by the laws of
nature,
its heart beating to the pace of
the seasons.
Both subject to the will of man and
independent,
variable in its unbridled beauty,
constantly evades the reign of the
creator – the gardener.
NIRVANA
Emptiness and relief.
I feel almost nothing.
A swarm of compulsive thoughts flew
away.
Like small insects
they intruded everywhere.
I have no hope, no joy, no fear.
Dead stars shine above me
and the moon phases repeat every
month.
I observe the metamorphosis of the
universe.
I am a jot of living matter
and I change with the cycles of
nature,
I submit to the passing time.
I hold on to the thin thread of
life.
When it snaps I will leave for the
unknown destination.
I will cross the threshold of
mortality without fear
ALICJA MARIA KUBERSKA
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