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ZOFIA BESZCZYŃSKA<br />

Zofia Beszczyńska is a <strong>poet</strong>, author of fantasy tales for<br />

adults <strong>and</strong> children, <strong>translator</strong> from French <strong>and</strong> Spanish <strong>and</strong><br />

book reviewer working for literary magazines. Member of<br />

Association of Polish Writers <strong>and</strong> Polish IBBY Section. Scholar<br />

of Children’s Library in Munich, Germany (1996) <strong>and</strong> Baltic<br />

Centre for Writers <strong>and</strong> Translators in Visby, Sweden (2003).<br />

She took part in <strong>poet</strong>ry festivals in Sarayevo, Bosnia <strong>and</strong> Herzegovina<br />

(1998), Struga, Macedonia (2002, 2003), Havana, Cuba (2007), Calicut,<br />

India (2007), Granada (Nicaragua, 2009), <strong>and</strong> Paris (France, 2009).<br />

Her most important <strong>poet</strong>ry collections are: Window in a Tree (1992),<br />

Tea Cat (1999), Language of Birds (2001), Magic Places (2003),<br />

Isl<strong>and</strong> of Lights (2004), Helter-Skelter Down the Hill (2005), Strange<br />

L<strong>and</strong> (2007), Witch House (2010), Los sitios mágicos<br />

* * *<br />

I saw something I should not have seen<br />

a bird falling head down<br />

a white faced woman<br />

blood spurting out of the artery<br />

I turned into an animal<br />

a dance round the fire:<br />

I am excluded<br />

stones in the water:<br />

I cross over lightly<br />

to the other side<br />

every time he leaves<br />

a trace behind him: a stone<br />

or a bone or a feather; a smell.<br />

Is he a fish or<br />

a bird? or rain? or a wave? Someone dead<br />

maybe. This smell is a scent<br />

of a soul. It stays when you are in love <strong>and</strong> next<br />

disappears.<br />

Love might die<br />

then. But always<br />

some feathers are left<br />

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