Transcript The most beautiful polish poems

The circle of the most famous
Polish poets can include :
Adam Mickiewicz
o Jan Kochanowski
o Wisława Szymborska
o Tadeusz Różewicz
o Rafał Wojaczek
o
Adam Mickiewicz

The Calm of the Sea
The pennant at the crow’s nest rises with the breeze,
Shafts of sunlight play upon the water’s breast
As on a bride-to-be who wakes to sigh and rest,
And wakes again and sighs for dreams that better please.
On naked spars the banner-shaped sails hang at ease.
The vessel is in chains now, leeside facing west,
Lulled by slow rocking. Passengers lampoon in jest,
Swabbies sigh to one another, slapping knees.
Blithe Sea! Among your jolly living creatures is
The polyp, sleeping in your depths when dark clouds swarm,
Wielding longish arms amid each starfish grave.
Sweet dreams! Below, a hydra of remembrances
Sleeps in the middle of mishaps and raging storm,
And when the heart is calm, its pincers flash and wave.
Jan Kochanowski

On My House at Czarnolas
Lord, this is my toil and Your endowment;
Deign to give Your benison to the end.
Let others own the marble palace halls,
With rich brocade let them cover their walls,
Let me, Lord, dwell in this ancestral nest,
Grant to me health and conscience that is blest,
Ample provisions, man's benevolence,
Friendly relations, pleasant senescence.
Wisława Szymborska

Nothing twice
Twice nothing happens
and nothing ever will
Therefore we were born unfeathered
and such shall die still
Should we be like dumb students
dumbest in their class
Not a day must we correct[
no one will ever fail us
No night will be the same
No day can happen twice
No kiss is like previous
No look in the eyes
Yesterday, when somebody said
out loud, next to me, your name
I felt inside as if a rose
through open window came
Today, as we are here together
I turned my face towards the wall
Rose? What does it look like?
A flower more, or a stone?
Why do you, the dark hour,
mix with unneeded scare?
You are – so you will be gone
smile comes after nightmare
Smiling, embracing,
for accord we search
Yet unlike water drops
we can never merge.
Tadeusz Różewicz

A poet is one who writes verses
and one who does not write verses
a poet is one who throws off fetters
and one who puts fetters on himself
a poet is one who believes
and one who cannot bring himself to believe
a poet is one who has told lies
and one who has been told lies
one who has been inclined to fall
and one who raises himself
a poet is one who tries to leave
and one who cannot leave
Rafał Wojaczek

I speak to you softly
I speak to you as softly as if I shone
And stars are blooming on the meadow of my blood
Before my eyes comes the star of your blood
I speak so softly that my shadow is white
I am a cool island to your body
Falling in the night a burning drop
I speak to you as softly as if in my sleep
Your sweat burning on my skin
I speak to you as softly as a bird
At dawn the sun drops into your eyes
I speak to you as softly
as a tear carves the crease
I speak to you as softly
As you to me
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