Leonard Gorski
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I, the poet, wandering and amazed
Nailed by unhappiness to the wall
By age and poverty,
On which floor of stupidity or ignorance I dwell?
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I, Sisyphus, am tired,
Not tiredness, just tired.
Chained invisible chain
To the path I chose myself?
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In white day
In the darkness, I step,
Not understanding the intricacies of life.
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An homage
I paid homage to Beauty's altar
Not conscious that it is only skating rink or…
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Unmanifested gives to think
About its existence.
Like space, which is revealed
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The bird, surprised by the larger circles, staggered across the sky.
The forest stood in a silence it had never experienced before.
The river flowed slowly, flushing meanderers in the wicker shore.
And the reed, so sensitive to the wind, slept, standing still.
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Leonard Gorski Biography
Leonard Górski, born on April 27,1953 in Krasnystaw, Poland. After graduating from High School Wladyslaw Jagiello in his hometown,1972, he completed his basic military service and got to study. He studied Polish at the Faculty of Humanities of the Catholic University of Lublin in Lublin in 1975-82, where he obtained a master's degree at the Faculty of Humanities. He worked at the Department of Religious Literature at the Catholic University of Lublin and cooperated with the Editorial Office of KUL Publishers. In 1983-86 he was a teacher in an elementary school in Stanków, near Elblag, Poland In winter 1986 he went to Italy and through the refugee camp in Latina near Rome, in June 87 he got to the United States, where he is currently staying. He lives in New York. He published poems in the Poezja, Ekspresja, Nestor and in several other Polish magazines.)
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I The Poet
I, the poet, wandering and amazed
Nailed by unhappiness to the wall
By age and poverty,
On which floor of stupidity or ignorance I dwell?
I don't know,
However, I count beads of the words
As rosary,
In Hope of Redemption
And attain light of elevation
All covered with Serenity.
Consistent and quiet with myself alone,
As the greatest longing for Purity -
Which one touches the World by the wise look.
In my dreams, I'm wandering
Among the shady palm trees alleys,
Where my beautiful, forever Nefertiti -
Who never get old,
She calms wrinkled surface of the water
And inserts hand inside familiar gesture,
Bowing her head
To bless Buddha and the whole Kingdom.
Hiding in her bosom
The script of The United Elements, and
Papyrus of The Secret Proportion,
Silences her existence
In front of the threshold at Highest Meditation.
At the same time
On the bank of the river Nile
Peasant washes his food,
Squeezes thorn from his heel
Whole in the prayer and pain.
The countless form of existence
In the Total Kingdom of Being and Suffering,
In the Space of Vanished Events.
In vain to look
In the scrolls of the treasures
Library of Alexandria
Simple prescription.
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