ALICJA MARIA KUBERSKA
PORTRAIT MADE OF CLOUDS
I looked out the window
I saw the blue garden of sky,
where white clouds bloom
like shapely peonies.
Wind - eternal Cupid
plays with them
It composed transitory portraits
I see our faces.
Mirage - delusion ... guess
INDIANS
For many centuries, the cold waters
of the oceans flooded the ice bridge
And old Asia has forgotten about
the existence of a new land – America.
Frosts and the white desert blocked
the trails of human migrations.
Those, who passed, went towards the
Sun and greenery.
There is silence, as the tramp of
buffalo herds passed and the dust settled.
The slender tents disappeared and
winds have blown fumes from the campfires.
Now golden ears of wheat reign on
the vast plains
And blusterous plumes of corn
conquer the landscape.
Nothing is left of the past.
The times of brave warriors are
gone irrevocably
Although the stone arrowheads are
still stuck in the ground
And ancient songs are humming by a
few old men with eagle features.
Manitou abandoned the prairie and
left his brave people.
The Indians learned the taste of
failure, the bitterness of new life.
They vegetate trapped in the
vapours of alcohol - the gift of a white man.
History added a new chapter when
integration was closed in reservations.
A TRIP TO AKSUM
To the meeting of the newcomers
from the distant sites
The ancient ruins and biblical
stories go to the fore.
The stories praising the name of
the mighty King Solomon
And the expedition of a beautiful
ruler come back like a mantra.
The fragments of the palace
protrude from the sun-heated ground.
In the preserved pools, water has
been glistening for centuries.
Thirsty traveller, take advantage
of the generous
Queen of Sheba and quench your
thirst with the gift of life.
You will find the faith and the
fear of the Almighty
In an acacia chest protected by
archangels.
Do not look boldly at the gift of
God wrapped in the curtains.
Bend your head and turn your gaze
humbly towards the ground.
On the horizon, a huge stela
stretches out to the sky
It is a house of forever closed
windows and doors.
Reborn from five pieces of
monolith,
Returned to his homeland from the
Roman captivity.
The mysterious history of the
former empire
Is hidden by the sand of the
jealous desert
The wind pours grains under the
Ethiopian sky
Like moments of time trapped in the
quartz
ALICJA MARIA KUBERSKA
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