POST SCRIPTUM English__ Feb 2021
POST SCRIPTUM - Independent MAGAZINE OF LITERATURE & ARTS - English version. POST SCRIPTUM - Niezależne pismo artystyczno-literackie tworzone przez polsko-brytyjski zespół entuzjastów, artystów i dziennikarzy. Zapraszamy do lektury.
POST SCRIPTUM - Independent MAGAZINE OF LITERATURE & ARTS - English version.
POST SCRIPTUM - Niezależne pismo artystyczno-literackie tworzone przez polsko-brytyjski zespół entuzjastów, artystów i dziennikarzy. Zapraszamy do lektury.
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MAREK PORĄBKA<br />
IN THE MORNING LIKE A MACHINE GUN<br />
In the morning<br />
like a machine gun<br />
With short bursts<br />
of sentences crashes<br />
what’s near the mouth<br />
In the afternoon<br />
whatever is left<br />
she hangs<br />
on the branches of trees<br />
Poetic washing with poems<br />
She is brilliant<br />
Like a machine gun<br />
HOW MUCH<br />
How much I should value<br />
you<br />
I only appreciate<br />
in the morning<br />
Earlier<br />
you were trying to get<br />
to me<br />
But I don’t hear<br />
your scream<br />
O Lady<br />
Forgive me<br />
NOT EVERYTHING<br />
And there, after all<br />
not everything is gold<br />
Underwear factories<br />
sell us<br />
imaginations<br />
In well-chosen<br />
packages<br />
CLEANING WINDOWS<br />
This is not even about<br />
the windows to be clean<br />
for the feast<br />
But to clean the windows.<br />
To chase the Easter bunny.<br />
The first pre-holiday rain<br />
will reset everything.<br />
INVESTMENTS<br />
POETRY<br />
SECOND SURPRISE<br />
Appeared the second surprise<br />
That there is a theory<br />
of probability, and yet<br />
I hear nothing<br />
about the theory of<br />
assurance<br />
MOUNTAIN<br />
Beautiful<br />
Unavailable<br />
From which<br />
no one has<br />
any use<br />
Every year you become<br />
more and more lonely<br />
A pile of stones<br />
FUEL<br />
There’s so much left<br />
of yesterday’s fuel<br />
that after<br />
I am still spinning<br />
on the movement<br />
of celestial spheres<br />
Like today’s Blue Moon<br />
Winged euphoria<br />
raises me, maybe it’ll last<br />
till hot summer<br />
Or better yet<br />
until next summer<br />
Everything will rust<br />
or will be stolen<br />
Therefore, the only<br />
valuable thing<br />
in which I invest<br />
is the imagination<br />
IT HAPPENS<br />
Like a poor man from Assisi<br />
preaching sermons<br />
to his smaller brothers<br />
I am reading<br />
at an author’s evening<br />
poems to books<br />
at the city library<br />
52 <strong>POST</strong> <strong>SCRIPTUM</strong><br />
translated by Renata Cygan
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