Pavol Janik Poems
|41.||New York (Russian)||5/23/2016|
|42.||New York (Hungarian)||6/15/2016|
|43.||New York (Czech)||6/16/2016|
|44.||New York (Serbian)||6/18/2016|
|45.||New York (German)||6/20/2016|
|46.||New York (Вelarusian)||6/21/2016|
|47.||New York (Spanish)||6/22/2016|
|49.||New York (Greek)||7/9/2016|
|50.||New York (Ukrainian)||7/11/2016|
|51.||New York (Dutch)||7/20/2016|
|52.||New York (Canadian English)||6/18/2016|
|53.||New York (French)||8/16/2016|
|54.||New York (Italian)||8/16/2016|
|55.||A Big Clear Out||10/17/2015|
|57.||New York (Chinese)||11/7/2016|
|58.||On The Line Man - Woman And Back||10/17/2015|
|61.||The Moment Before Touch||10/17/2015|
|63.||VIVACE MA NON SOLTANTO COSI||10/17/2015|
VIVACE MA NON SOLTANTO COSI
you leap from star to star.
And each time there's a chime
like the kiss of crystal glasses.
Thousands of your faces
skate with perseverance
on frozen ponds.
I open you with a violin's clef
and seek the bow
whose elasticity can equal you.
Deep in you
instead of strings
I've touched tears.
The Moment Before Touch
The air grows still.
As in an illustrated weekly
I leaf through your eyes.
To hear silence
as it walks in new shoes
and lulls the buzzing bees.
Somebody furiously addresses us with wings.
It's said that you've seen
burning birds tumble from the sky!