Grey Jacket

by Marcin Malek

And when he died
I put his jacket on

It wasn’t nice nor trendy
but with all measures I could not give it up

Oh, if I may grant it to a stranger
still - sun will dance above the sky

However it would be a certain crime
or rather evidence, lets say: clear sign

That son with a compelling love
took over the heart of fortune

not over his unfortunate dad

From: 
For life and death of a poet




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ABOUT THE POET ~
Marcin Malek (born February 24, 1975) in Warsaw, Poland) is a Polish poet, writer, playwright, journalist. Published mainly in the quarterlies: „Fronda”, „Tygiel Kultury”, „Akcent” and monthlies: „Nowe Państwo”, „Stosunki Międzynarodowe”, „Opcja na prawo”. 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 Ireland.


Last updated October 02, 2015