ELIZA SEGIET

ELIZA SEGIET

SIGNS OF TIME

Embraced by gentleness of words,

aroused by beauty

she sets imagination into motion.

She didn't know

if—as before—

it was just

the waves talking to each other.

Did she really hear them?

I know

that she could live

in a place,

where crystalline sand

covers her wet feet,

where the signs of time are enshrouded by a wave.

The sea

could drown out her memories.

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Znaki czasu

Przytulona łagodnością słów,

pobudzona pięknem

wprawiła w ruch wyobraźnię.

Nie wiedziała

czy  jak kiedyś –

to tylko

fale ze sobą rozmawiały.

Czy naprawdę je słyszała?

Wiem,

że mogłaby mieszkać

tam,

gdzie krystaliczny piasek

oblepia wilgotne stopy,

gdzie znaki czasu okrywa fala.

Morzem

mogłaby zagłuszać wspomnienia.

 

ILLUSION

I deluded myself that

it would still be summer.

And it stands

in a frame.

I stopped the time.

I am not looking for the sun.

I let myself be seduced by the illusion

that it does not set.

After all,

I can still roam

the trails of the past.

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Złudzenie

Łudziłam się, że

ciągle będzie lato.

A ono stoi

oprawione w ramkę.

Zatrzymałam czas.

Nie szukam słońca.

Pozwalam uwieść się złudzeniu,

że ono nie zachodzi.

Przecież

wciąż mogę wędrować

po szlakach przeszłości.

 

MIRAGE

I was a grain of sand in the desert,

a droplet of the ocean,

a flame coming out

of a glowing hot fire,

the wind delicately lashing

worn out hands.

In the sun-warmed desert

I transformed into

a dune, the ocean, heat, a gale.

I am the fickleness, a chameleon, the element.

I am the volcano.

I feel the ardour under my feet,

and in the distance I see you

running towards my thirsty lips.

I've waited so long!

You are now just for me,

I have you at my fingertips.

Why are you running for so long?

Why are you disappearing?

I cannot believe!

You were a mirage!

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Fatamorgana

Byłam ziarenkiem piasku na pustyni,

kropelką oceanu,

płomykiem wydobywającym się

z rozżarzonego ognia,

wiatrem delikatnie smagającym

spracowane dłonie.

Na rozgrzanej słońcem pustyni

przeistoczyłam się

w wydmę, ocean, żar, wichurę.

Jestem zmiennością, kameleonem, żywiołem.

Jestem wulkanem.

Pod stopami czuję żar,

a w oddali widzę ciebie

biegnącego do moich spragnionych ust.

Tak długo czekałam!

Jesteś teraz tylko dla mnie,

mam cię na wyciągnięcie ręki.

Dlaczego tak długo biegniesz?

Dlaczego znikasz?

Nie mogę uwierzyć!

Byłeś fatamorganą!

ELIZA SEGIET  

ELIZA SEGIET – Master's Degree graduate in Philosophy. Completed postgraduate studies in Cultural Knowledge, Philosophy, Penal Revenue and Economic Criminal Law, Arts and Literature at Jagiellonian University, as well as Penal Revenue Law, Film and Television Production in Lodz. Torn between poetry and drama. Likes to look into the clouds, but keeps both feet on the ground. Her heart is close to the thought of Schopenhauer: "Ordinary people merely think how they shall 'spend' their time; a man of talent tries to 'use' it". Featured poet of the Month (June 2017) in The Year of the Poet 14 in the USA. Author's poem "Questions" was the Publication of the Month (August 2017). Author the International Publication of the Year (2017) in Spillwords Press. Laureate of the International Special Prize "Frang Bardhi – 2017".

Second place in the International Competition "Nature 2017-2018" for the poem "Bunches of Fruit". Author of the Month (January/February 2018) in Spillwords Press. Author of the Month (May 2018) in the Indian Our Poetry Archive. Featured poet of the Month (July 2018) in The Year of the Poet in the USA. Author's works can be found in anthologies and literary magazines in Poland and abroad (Albania, Australia, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Chile, Canada, Great Britain, India, Kosovo, Philippines, Portugal, Romania, Scotland, Singapore, Spain, Sweden, USA, Zambia).