Jolanta Gradowicz Poems
|121.||An Autumn Leaf||10/23/2006|
|122.||A Piece Of Paper||4/20/2006|
|123.||Alteration (To My American Friends)||10/7/2007|
|124.||Come, Come, Words!||5/10/2006|
|126.||A Drop Of Water (To Harry)||5/13/2006|
|127.||Dancing In The Morning||4/20/2006|
|128.||Help Him, God (To M.)||5/14/2006|
|129.||A Lucky Star||4/28/2006|
|130.||A Girl From A Little Town||5/7/2006|
|131.||A Little Dream||5/9/2006|
|133.||My Love, Your Love||6/6/2006|
|134.||A Wave Of Love||7/1/2006|
|135.||A Girl At A Bus Stop||4/20/2006|
Comments about Jolanta Gradowicz
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…
If you find a way to the old ruins,
Stop, tired hiker, and direct your glance
To the remains of the past owners’ wealth.
They can still delight and hold your breath,
Though the stone walls seem to be deserted.
They forgot their brightest period
When a rich king needed a secret place -
A well-hidden, and cozy, and nice space