Jolanta Gradowicz


Jolanta Gradowicz Poems

81. To The Lord 11/5/2006
82. To Every One 4/20/2006
83. One Existence 4/20/2006
84. Prisoner 11/21/2006
85. His Portrait 6/10/2007
86. The Northerly Wind 6/26/2007
87. In A State Of Drunkenness 7/8/2007
88. Reading Clouds 7/10/2007
89. It Does Come In Due Time 9/22/2007
90. Refrain 5/4/2007
91. Never 5/12/2007
92. Heart’s Weather 11/24/2007
93. You Are An Atheist 11/30/2007
94. Request 12/30/2007
95. Rhymes For My Friend 1/1/2008
96. Recurrence 2/13/2008
97. A Moment 10/6/2012
98. The Dead Planet 10/28/2012
99. On A White Horse 4/20/2006
100. Don’t Love Too Much (To Dave) 4/20/2006
101. Happy New Year, Baby! 12/25/2007
102. Anew 4/20/2006
103. In Water And Fire 11/15/2006
104. Your Fountain Pen 11/27/2006
105. A Love Drink 11/19/2006
106. Something Between Us 4/21/2007
107. Finishing This Play 4/25/2007
108. Half Way There 1/11/2008
109. Dying Embers 6/7/2007
110. Let Me Go Away 11/3/2007
111. Saint Anthony, Saint Anthony! 4/20/2006
112. I Caught A Speck Of Happiness 10/19/2006
113. You Used To Be There 4/26/2006
114. A Perfect World 4/27/2006
115. Your Heart Is So Sad 6/12/2006
116. It Doesn’t Matter 8/19/2006
117. A Night Visit 5/28/2006
118. A Legend 5/13/2006
119. Don’t Write The Last Letter To Me 5/14/2006
120. I Can’t Live Without Your Smile 5/16/2006
Best Poem of Jolanta Gradowicz

A Flower

A beautiful Flower is growing here
In the sunny, and neat, and tidy place.
Its leaves and petals seem fine and clear.
I dream to pick it gently and embrace.

But the Flower doesn’t belong to me,
And someone else will enjoy its odor.
Someone’s hands planted it under the tree
In the fresh, crystal clear air.

I can’t resist its exceptionality,
And leave it indifferently, and go on.
I look at it with curiosity
While it seduces me in the sun…

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To Emily D.

You could touch life like nobody else.
When you put your letters in a drawer,
You had to feel isolated and worse -
You wanted to love – more and more…

Your verses - short subtle messages –
Disappeared in a dark wooden box.
Those works of art, the little miracles
Were waiting patiently like ships for docks.

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