Ćwiczenia mnemotechniczne

Gregorz Sztwiertnia

                                                           Forget

                                For

                Rge

T

Epopeja chiopska

Stanislaw Osostowicz

Trouble of the sky barns melting

                wheat folks

hungry-eyed in spills of

                murmurations solid

                is their din

to have chops

                chopped a woman behind every

arm toadstools duendés

                                red snouts mud

What you will know of life

                is not sad

is a black hat

                in shadows.

Misterium V (Kompozycja płomienista)

Jerzy Tchórzewski

Burning coral

                of the brain,

a robot

                                Asmodeus—

                cavern-headed, penetrating

                speech of this;

thick thighs waiting,

                                the lava of its

                                                pubis

forms.

Kompozycja 1952-1956

Maria Jarema

                For Sandra Cortes

Three norns visit

                a recumbent ghost;

through the haze

                a red memory,

two see it,

                the third is not

                                looking.

Znaki na nieble

Juliusz Joniak

Furrowed stairs of crops—

                                prophylactic sun—

                demon dirigibles patrol

like bad ideas—

                                wasted portents—

                or missed chances,

wait to abscond

                                or abduct—

                                                stardust alphabet

pulled from

                sordid letters.

                                They intuit

the weather & the weather

                                                is always bad.

Czertwońy las

Czeslaw Rzepiński

Leaves in the orchestra pit,

                a curtain of blood

& charcoal descends;

                blue veins in the fore

tremble in ghost legs,

                weak in the knees,

before the black sponge

                of the sky.

Gra w klasy

Maria Stangret

Hello foot

                face-to-face

with the ground

Szachy

Maria Stangret

A black pawn waits

                in the parched white square

to die.

Autoportret

Tadeusz Makowski

The brown bird hides her

                                                little fires

on the corner of the drab palette—

Look upon the world always

with a robin in your blind spot.

Łabędzie w nocy

Jósef Pankiewicz

Gloss of evening like the surface

                of a still pond;

weak streaks of fire,

                doppelgangers—

three martian eyes, the canvas

                itself, regard

the black/white dichotomy

                like the folklore

of the lights themselves.