tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post6227951897733502542..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Marzanna Bogumila Kielar: Four PoemsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-60872262576256253192013-09-01T00:00:14.852-07:002013-09-01T00:00:14.852-07:00Pleased (and encouraged) to hear others heard and ...Pleased (and encouraged) to hear others heard and felt this work as I did and continue to do. That is, gratefully.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-1898985764170402132013-08-31T08:46:43.785-07:002013-08-31T08:46:43.785-07:00In Marzanna’s Land
Among the lovely things one mi...<b>In Marzanna’s Land</b><br /><br />Among the lovely things one might find<br />reflection of deciduous forest upon still water<br />berries<br />sunbursts through thick trees<br />body of sleep<br />like the body after love <br /><br />There is no easy passage<br />from mortality to immortality<br /><br />Fire, water, wind, and earth<br />with a double skin of glass<br />has owned my face since birth <br />applies me to my lips <br /><br />pleasant hills stand in the proud light,<br />and in the grasses, low, nestles death<br /><br />Harris SchiffUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15235344408979987198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-52966320205445578692013-08-31T08:21:57.575-07:002013-08-31T08:21:57.575-07:00This is a marvelous poet marvelously translated in...This is a marvelous poet marvelously translated into English.vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14515165428574974933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-49224276362296406932013-08-30T11:25:03.759-07:002013-08-30T11:25:03.759-07:00In Kielar, the natural world has found its voice, ...In Kielar, the natural world has found its voice, a beautiful, knowing, human voice. “There is no easy passage between light and dark.”Hazenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13417573435195561519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-74516098131006074582013-08-30T09:06:26.309-07:002013-08-30T09:06:26.309-07:00Amen to that.Amen to that.Anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11244365893431612743noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-24991692208547873932013-08-30T08:08:18.800-07:002013-08-30T08:08:18.800-07:00Tom,
"ice-jammed lakes . . . volumes of clou...Tom,<br /><br />"ice-jammed lakes . . . volumes of clouds . . . visible" --in these lovely photos, along with much else in Poland, so real it seems here, and so far away. . . STEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-10810527011002332872013-08-30T05:35:34.300-07:002013-08-30T05:35:34.300-07:00"All this dream geology and the haze in those..."All this dream geology and the haze in those photographs, making us uncertain even of our limits, the distances.<br /><br />"This beautiful poetry works with nature as no fixed concept; a scene against which we're never quite distinct."<br /><br />Couldn't have said that better. So won't try.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-70969494040580312972013-08-30T04:44:30.761-07:002013-08-30T04:44:30.761-07:00I love this poet! I ordered her book and can'...I love this poet! I ordered her book and can't wait for it to arrive . . . Nin Andrewshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12643167108589844026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-29193819024465348432013-08-30T04:12:12.982-07:002013-08-30T04:12:12.982-07:00Body of sleep
that splits along the length of the ...Body of sleep<br />that splits along the length of the crevice, icy rust uncovered.<br /><br />She doles out oxygen. <br />Opens me along a fused seam, <br />sweeps aside the snow inside me - she who dreams of me.<br /><br />All this dream geology and the haze in those photographs, making us uncertain even of our limits, the distances.<br /><br />This beautiful poetry works with nature as no fixed concept; a scene against which we're never quite distinct.Mose23https://www.blogger.com/profile/01100756913131511440noreply@blogger.com