joseph rzemien Poems

Gust-bitten by wild winds
Tearing at their moorings
Their hulls gray with time
Dead boats
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My song is about blades of grass beheaded
New from Krakow’s far away voivods
Like starlings on the live furrows
Checking in to live here on labor
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Are they expecting us
And when they know we’re on our way
Will they wait on the doorstep
And be thrilled
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Jour trempé d’heures mouillées
Soir brillant de diamants noirs
Dans un sommeil d’autre monde
Le ciel en haillons fleur de gris
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