Beata Zalot

Beata Zalot Poems

In my garden
the tree for my coffin grows
it has still one million
green leaves
...

In March's sun
the river
warms her bones
fishes tickle her with life
...

I have nothing on me
but the phone pinned to my ear

we are spread
...

Beata Zalot Biography

Beata Zalot by passion and profession is the journalist - editor-in chief of Tygodnik Podhalanski (the southern Poland weekly) . To maintain mental balance she writes poetry and short stories, during sleepless nights also paints and makes ceramics. She loves cats and likes green colour. She squanders money mostly on travel, however her axis mundi is the magical rock only just three kilometers from her home. She issued four books of poetry: 'Przesylki ciszy' ('Sending Silence') , 'Pomiedzy' ('Between') , 'Szepty' ('Whispers') , 'Aniol w ogrodzie' ('Angel in the Garden') . She lives in Gronków at he feet of Tatra Mountains. More about Beata Zalot on www.pastele.pl (poems on this site translated by Peter Gressick))

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In My Garden

In my garden
the tree for my coffin grows
it has still one million
green leaves
and - as I - hopes
that it will come
not yet tomorrow

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