by Marcin Malek
And you, are you a stone?
Which hears everything
even though it is asleep
and sees although its eyelids
are nailed into the face cross?
Did I hear your breath?
No, it's the earth trembles
under the steps
of the awakened.
Arise, bells mourning!
In sleep we believe
that the world is on guard
and somewhere
where earth goes apart
of hell and haven - all affairs
love, magic, and art
are dying like stone breath
entrapped in between the stars
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Marcin Malek (born February 24, 1975) in Warsaw, Poland) is a Polish/Irish poet, writer, playwright, journalist, photographer. Published in: „Fronda”, „Tygiel Kultury”, „Akcent”, „Nowe Państwo”, „Stosunki Międzynarodowe”, „Opcja na prawo”, Leinster Express, Winner of the annual award of "Poetry&Paratheatre" journal (category: poem of the Year) for year 2012, (work: „Bieg – Czyli list do współczesnych”/"Run - a letter to the present"). Since 2006 lives in Ireland.
Last updated November 14, 2013