David Jackson
Some People Poem By Wislawa Szymborska
Some People – Poem by Wislawa Szymborska
Some people fleeing some other people.
In some country under the sun
and some clouds.
They leave behind some of their everything,
sown fields, some chickens, dogs,
mirrors in which fire now sees itself reflected.
On their backs are pitchers and bundles,
the emptier, the heavier from one day to the next.
Taking place stealthily is somebody’s stopping,
and in the commotion, somebody’s bread somebody’s snatching
and a dead child somebody’s shaking.
In front of them some still not the right way,
nor the bridge that should be
over a river strangely rosy.
Around them, some gunfire, at times closer, at times farther off,
and, above, a plane circling somewhat.
Some invisibility would come in handy,
some grayish stoniness,
or even better, non-being
for a little or a long while.
Something else is yet to happen, only where and what?
Someone will head toward them, only when and who,
in how many shapes and with what intentions?
Given a choice,
maybe he will choose not to be the enemy and
leave them with some kind of life.
Jacy? ludzie
Jacy? ludzie w ucieczce przed jakimi? lud?mi.
W jakim? kraju pod s?o?cem
i niektórymi chmurami.
Zostawiaj? za sob? jakie? swoje wszystko,
obsiane pola, jakie? kury, psy,
lusterka, w których w?a?nie przegl?da si? ogie?.
Maj? na plecach dzbanki i tobo?ki,
im bardziej puste, tym z dnia na dzie? ci??sze.
Odbywa si? po cichu czyje? ustawanie,
a w zgie?ku czyje? komu? chleba wydzieranie
i czyje? martwym dzieckiem potrz?sanie.
Przed nimi jaka? wci?? nie t?dy droga,
nie ten, co trzeba most
nad rzek? dziwnie ró?ow?.
Doko?a jakie? strza?y, raz bli?ej, raz dalej,
w górze samolot troch? ko?uj?cy.
Przyda?aby si? jaka? niewidzialno??,
jaka? bura kamienno??,
a jeszcze lepiej nieby?o??
na pewien krótki czas albo i d?ugi.
Co? jeszcze si? wydarzy, tylko gdzie i co.
Kto? wyjdzie im naprzeciw, tylko kiedy, kto,
w ilu postaciach i w jakich zamiarach.
Je?li b?dzie mia? wybór,
mo?e nie zechce by? wrogiem
i pozostawi ich przy jakim? ?yciu.
Black Tie Poems | M. Earl Smith | Art by 3valynn
Painting by 3Valynn
Black Tie
Everything in the world
Was there for him to take
All around him, colors whirled
Crossed up by black tie fate
Old money, new money
A cross of different worlds
The differences stunned me
As I watched the drama unfurl
Worth more than your weight in gold
That color splatter onto gray
Your plan for love so bold
Love stretching to the end of the day
The circumstances were unique
Not normal, to say the least
Even when things were bleak
You sought to build a better beast
So when they compare you
You were worth the entire lot
And one fine day, true
The world will realize what is lost
Black Tie, Too!
Look at me!
Look at you!
It looks like you wore
Your black tie, too!
Party Time!
Yes, it’s true!
I’m dressed up
And so are you
A black tuxedo
And shiny shoes!
A gold silk shirt
And silver jewels!
We’ll have a good time
With friends, old and new
Who knows the things
That we’ll all do?
So let’s get ready
To bid adieu
To boring times
As we party, me and you
Each time I touch beauty | Poem by Joan Pond
Each time I touch beauty,
it is gone, good-bye, as nothing.
Snowdrifts sob through charred rock,
as we fade into crystal possibilities, jammed as one.
Be wise. Entertain no love, but love the flaws.
An athlete who weeps, is afloat in my bloodstream.
he is hidden as amen or adieu.
Some slide down the dipper
and drive their chins into the North Star,
or they set ten toes as a compass, round the Pole.
I march without movement,
recalling green beauty.