The New Polish Poetry feature
link Return to the Contents list

Agnieszka Wolny-Hamkalo

Poem

Event

I’ve fed the dog.
A draught cut short this tenderness.
Tea and apples vanish from the porch.
The sun pulls back, drops, and people
must salute each other more distinctly.

Those tied to the house are gone
to inhale leaves. They’ll be hungry.
I watch over the fire as it darts in circles.

Motion in the yard:
shadows cut flush
mesh for a moment

Translated by Tadeusz Pióro.

April 2006  |  Jacket 29  Contents  |  Homepage  |  Catalog  |  Search  |
about Jacket | style guide | bookstores | literary links | 400 book reviews |