Wieslaw Musialowski

Niemodlin / Poland
Wieslaw Musialowski
Niemodlin / Poland

Landscape Painting

Rating: 4.4
Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 10/11/2020

I look out the window and see memories:
wooden shrines - Christ is resting,
but his figure seems so full of life
under the small roof of the tree - temporality of existence,

when in the summer at midday sun is pulsating,
or the rain is whipping from the north, the south
in winter, when in December lumps of snow underfoot
and in spring, when the first bird at dawn

sings so beautifully that my heart trembles
as if from fear, but it's an illusion
because here, in the Mountains, old shadows wander
and they look whether smoke is coming from chimneys;

whether there's an abundance in the kitchen in every home,
an ordinary one, old-fashioned,
and bread on the table and people on the benches
and the iron cart rumbling on the stones.

Nothing changes, only we are more and more hunched
and it's harder to pay visits to our beloved mountains,
because it's closer to the night and not the same morning,
but we remember, as long as we exist.

Copyright © by Wiesław Musiałowski 02/06/2019
Saturday, October 10, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: christ,countryside,landscape ,life,mountains
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COMMENTS
Mahtab Bangalee 20 October 2020
Nothing changes, only we are more and more hunched and it's harder to pay visits to our beloved mountains, because it's closer to the night and not the same morning, but we remember, as long as we exist........beautiful poem penned; congrats for being selected as POD.... from me 5*****
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Mahtab Bangalee 20 October 2020
As long as I live in a healthy body, I think I will live for a long time, I will be immortal, everything in this world will be mine, I will be all powerful. But in the wheel of time everything changes. Only the inevitable rules of birth and death do not change. Morning will come, evening will come, night will come, day will come only I will not stay in this land.
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Khairul Ahsan 20 October 2020
'when the first bird at dawn sings so beautifully that my heart trembles as if from fear, but it's an illusion because here, in the Mountains, old shadows wander and they look whether smoke is coming from chimneys' - loved these beautiful lines! Congratulations on your poem's selection as the 'Member Poem of the Day'!
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Richard Wlodarski 20 October 2020
A wonderfully fascinating poem. Full of great vivid imagery. Truly deserving of Poem Of The Day. Congratulations, my fellow Pole!
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Edward Kofi Louis 20 October 2020
As long as we exist! ! ! ! A trembling heart like, The iron cart rumbling on the stones! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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