English poetry

Poems in English

A Hall

The road led straight to the temple. Notre Dame, though not Gothic at all. The huge doors were closed. I […]


The history of my stupidity would fill many volumes. Some would be devoted to acting against consciousness, Like the flight […]


Human reason is beautiful and invincible. No bars, no barbed wire, no pulping of books, No sentence of banishment can […]

Unde Malum

Where does evil come from? It comes From man Always from man Only from man – Tadeusz Rozewicz Alas, dear […]


Forget the suffering You caused others. Forget the suffering Others caused you. The waters run and run, Springs sparkle and […]

Ars Poetica?

I have always aspired to a more spacious form That would be free from the claims of poetry or prose […]


We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn. A red wing rose in the darkness. And suddenly […]


You whom I could not save Listen to me. Try to understand this simple speech as I would be ashamed […]

I Sleep a Lot

I sleep a lot and read St. Thomas Aquinas Or The Death of God (that’s a Protestant book). To the […]

Song on the End of the World

On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A Fisherman mends a glimmering net. Happy porpoises jump […]

A Task

In fear and trembling, I think I would fulfill my life Only if I brought myself to make a public […]


The same and not quite the same, I walked through oak forests Amazed that my Muse, Mnemosyne, Has in no […]


It is true, our tribe is similar to the bees, It gathers honey of wisdom, carries it, stores it in […]

At a Certain Age

We wanted to confess our sins but there were no takers. White clouds refused to accept them, and the wind […]

What Does It Mean

It does not know it glitters It does not know it flies It does not know it is this not […]

Statue of a Couple

Your hand, my wonder, is now icy cold. The purest light of the celestial dome Has burned me through. And […]

Late Ripeness

Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year, I felt a door opening in me and I […]

And Yet The Books

And yet the books will be there on the shelves, separate beings, That appeared once, still wet As shining chestnuts […]