ANNA CZACHOROWSKA

ANNA CZACHOROWSKA

IN THE ANTEROOM OF DREAMS

Like a Crystal

I confess

the state of my feelings

very quietly

so that no one

can hear

Before the heart

with repentance

has time to sting

I will be pure

like a crystal

Cross - A Flowering Tree

Here is the CROSS

which stands by my way

To It

I still do the sign of the cross

It may still stand

though the yoke of sin may still cut It

It will set off out of the foundations of the earth

to convert the impenitent people

a raindrop will get It wet

a pinch of heat will dry It

And then

It will go through torments

for It will be crushed

by my penance

Give off It will last three shoots

FLOURISH

It will with the rooster’s crowing

*** [Flogged…]

Stumbling, you can get far;

Only by falling and not rising, you can’t

Johann Wolfgang Goethe

Flogged by the whips of the wind

for the rain and foul weather

crushed to dust

by the ravages of time

Stripped from the chance

of survival

again I resurrect

to fall

*** [Morning again… ]

A tear is the most expensive pearl

Søren Kierkegaard

Morning again

I wake up lethargic

with the word:

"I wish, I desire..."

And a chain of pearls

I put around the neck

Like a heavy tear

but one

I would take off

*** [I bow…]

Without suffering, one does not understand happiness

Fiodor Dostojewski

I bow

to you

your Pine highness

and to you

my slender Birch

when animals and people

fail me,

through the bark

to the heart of the trees I knock

I give my hand

to the rustling branches

and the trunk I embrace

fondly

In the cloudy morning

and rainy evening

with you

I cuddle

Painfully

*** [One moment…]

One moment

one breath

The last

issued with no echo

One is already everything

and nothing

Everywhere

and nowhere

A minuscule particle

of the Universe

Between Fatigue and Hope

Tired

to the bone

Torn

into pieces one cannot put together

Chained

to the bottom of uncertainty

I dig up

the foundation of my existence

I am waiting

for the light of faith

that will change the fate

Save will a drop

from the source of hope

***[I bought a balm of hope…]

I bought

a balm of hope

at the intersection

of Good and Accord

I will moisturise

the fresh wounds

fill with the spirit

of the Weather

My mother

Hope

is compassionate

has a tact

I have to finally

bounce back

With a smile look

at the world

***[I open a shop…]

I open a shop

by Via Liberty

For wayward souls

for worried souls

With unfashionable clothing

but tailored

With food that nourishes

with hope and faith

*** [Impossible…]

To Friends

Friends are like silent angels

who lift us when our wings

forget how to fly

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Impossible

will become possible

and a dream

may come to life

when these banes

malicious creations

will not crawl out

like a snake from under the leaves

Everything

will become simple

and easy

when a single link

will not break up

A chain of hearts

those kind

those tender

will fulfil the dream

and the day will come

again

*** [So wonderful…]

So wonderful it is

after a rainy night

to go for a walk

along an avenue of roses

with a bare foot

touch the silver dew

hear

a distant

echo of storms

*** [What if…]

What if

one goes to sleep

and wakes up

Remaining with only a Thought?

Where there are no

physical barriers

floating

like a fog

feeling a light

breath of ecstasy

***[Tomorrow again…]

You can close your eyes to reality

but not to memories

Stanisław Jerzy Lec

Tomorrow

again I will vacuum

the forgotten dreams

shelf after shelf

A sea of memories

I will churn

once again I will

examine my conscience

*** [I want real love…]

Whoever wants to touch the subject of their love,

if only they persevere, they shall be rewarded

Ovid

I want real love

such that will give me strength

I want happy love

which will be sent down by God

Woven by a white thread

yet unknown

for many

*** [Everything about you…]

Everything about you sings to me

everything about you plays to me

This music straight from heaven

flows by a river in the dreams

Do not refuse this pleasure to

my ears

my eyes

Even the sun over this hill

before it falls asleep

will descend down the slope

*** [I was a rose…]

I was a rose to your winter

that harsh winter

I invigorated the time of the blizzard

with a drop of blissful spring

Trembling you cuddled with the brittle flakes

the red the scented ones

It did not hurt quite as much the heart

once nicked by a spike

ANNA CZACHOROWSKA

ANNA CZACHOROWSKA: Anna Czachorowska was born  in Warsaw. She graduated from Warsaw University ( History Department) , she completed postgraduate studies at UKSW (Culture Management) She lives in Legionowo and works as a manager  in Public Library in Jabłonna. She is a member of Men of letters Association, she is also a member of The Board of Polish Output Assosciation. She has published: I Was the Rose of Your Winter (Anagram, Warsaw 1993 – book debut); Touching Happiness (City Culture Center in Legionowo 1995); Love Knocked at My Door (Art. For Intergration Fundation, Warsaw 2001); Before the Sun Goes Down the Hill (Anagram 2004). In the Dream Waitingroom , with CD ( performer by Anna Dymna), (Anagram 2011). In  2002 there appeared  a selecion of priest Jan Twardowski’s poems – The Faith, Hope and Love Poet (Anagram, Warsaw) in 2005 there was published a book of Twardowski’s poems with her introduction  - 33 Poems (Publish house SPPT and Public Library in Jabłonna). Her poems and songs were presented in the press and on Polish television. They were published in poetry antologies e.g. Generation Discourse, Antology of XX Century Poets , Chosen by Andrej Bazylewski, Anthology of 41 st Warsaw Poetry Autumn, several pieces of Poetry Today, Anthology of World Poets (Agenda 2016 and Agenda 2017 published by Poets del Mundo in Chile. Her works were translated  into Russian, English and Islandic (17 Ljóð). In 2009 at Humanistics and Polish Language Department im. Geysztora there was defended  M.A. thesis written by Magdalena Suwińska: Life, Work  and Cultural Activity  of Anna Czachorowska. In May 2011 she got a badge „Honoured for Polish Culture” from Culture and National Legacy Ministry. In May 2017 she received the „ Bronze Medal Gloria Artis”