FORGOTTEN

A last year’s day

Passed very quickly

In the mist

Behind the window

It disappeared into thin air

Today the next year passed

Full of days and nights

Voices murmuring the song

Of a nervous poet

I live and try to survive

A forgotten remnant of the past

An antique, thrown on a scrap heap

Dead – while still alive

I exist among zombies

Put aside by the family,

On a disused traffic track,

To a dumping ground

For sin.

OKPI

                             (Rzeszow, Poland)

Translated by Joanna Wisniewska

On a warm, sunny morning snow melts on the pathway

I grab the rays of sun

I arrange the mosaic of events

Of offenders’ thoughts

And the reality of broken fates    

Where are my dreams?

Elusive

Like wings of birds in the wind

Like a floe which melts in spring

Like a river, which still flows

To the sea

I go, striding slowly,

Looking with longing at the distant world

One day

When I have a wife and children

I will tell them about the shadows of the trees -

About their father

Who spent his years in solitary confinement

OKPI

                                       (Rzeszow, Poland)

Translated by Joanna Wisniewska

A lunar motley ruffled by wind

Is wandering in a pearl room

With the sound of bells 

Closed are the doors...

Windows are taking

The glamour of the stars

Far from the world there is the Iced Chamber

And its walls are salty because of the tears

The lunar motley 

Shed sometimes ...

Arkadiusz Pszczolowski

  (Rzeszow, Poland)

Translated by Joanna Wisniewska

You

I was drunk with you

I cheered my heart in a toast

I drank the sweetness of your lips

The extent of my happiness

Went to my head...

Even if I die a thousand times

I will remember it

Arkadiusz Pszczolowski

  (Rzeszow, Poland)

Translated by Joanna Wisniewska