Tadeusz Dąbrowski Poems

For years I've been cheating myself. It's a very tiring business,
practising self-deception. Try one day

to play a one-man lightning game of chess to win
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Doom has come to you,
you who dwell in the land.
Ezekiel 7:7

Automobiles flow like droplets down the string of the highway,
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The living will not understand the dead the dead will understand
the living and his lack of understanding.

The living so firmly doesn't believe in heaven that if
he were offered the choice of eternally sitting in an armchair
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And the whole day wasted, thrown away
on thinking what else could be done here
in order to do nothing.
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God has not retired - as Simone Weil
would have it - a huge distance away, but He's
right here, so close that I can feel His
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In between the ebb of thoughts and the flow
of sleep I have a minute of eternity for gathering
metaphors.
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A thirty-year-old boy solemnly convinced
of his own immortality.

A boy with blue-and-white skin like the marble
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Today I chose myself an eye from your nude photo
and enlarged it to the limits of the screen, to
the limits of resolution (and that's high enough
for one to believe in you). I enlarged
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And how could I fail to miss it, reading tomorrow's news
on the internet, hearing songs by the white dwarves
of rock pretending to be supernovas. Seeing
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is like a bat,
its habitat is in cellars,
attics, caves,
by day it sleeps,
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