{"id":830,"date":"2011-01-06T21:04:05","date_gmt":"2011-01-06T20:04:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/duszka.ehost.pl\/?p=830"},"modified":"2019-10-09T14:53:43","modified_gmt":"2019-10-09T13:53:43","slug":"about-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maria.duszka.pl\/?p=830","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"

E N G L I S H<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

About me<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

I was born on April, 28th in Zdu\u0144ska Wola, Poland.
\nI am a poet, journalist and librarian. As a poet I debuted in 1981 in \u201eNowy Medyk\u201d. My poems have also been published in \u201eTygiel Kultury\u201d, \u201ePoezja Dzisiaj\u201d, \u201ePrzekr\u00f3j\u201d, \u201eMetafora\u201d, \u201eFilipinka\u201d, \u201eTopos\u201d, \u201eModern Haiku\u201d (USA), \u201eReibeisen\u201d (Austria), \u201eBdenje” (Serbia) and in the following antologies:
\n– \u201eContemporary Writers of Poland\u201d  (USA 2005),
\n– \u201eEnough Questions, Enough Answers : Modern Polish Poetry in Translation\u201d ( Rice Uniwersity w Houston, 2008),
\n– \u201eUwalniam ptaki sny : Ich befreie Vogel \u2013 Traume \u2013 Polish and German poems: Deutsche und polnische Gedichte\u201d (\u0141\u00f3d\u017a 2009),
\n-\u201dOblaci u najkracoj noci : Clouds in the shortest night\u201d \u2013 svetska haiku antologija: World Haiku Anthology\u201d(Valjevo \u2013 Belgrad 2009),
\n– \u201eMeine Welt \u2013 unsere Welt : Lyrik und Prosa\u201d  (Germany 2011).
\nI am a laureate of many literature competitions and C. K. Norwid Poetry International Competition. I have published seven books of poetry: \u201ePoezja przypadk\u00f3w\u201d (\u201ePoetry of Accidents\u201d), \u201eZupe\u0142nie szcz\u0119\u015bliwa marionetka\u201d (\u201eA Quite Happy Puppet\u201d), \u201eMo\u017ce si\u0119 przy\u015bnisz\u201d (\u201eMaybe You\u2019ll be Dreamed About\u201d), \u201eNieopisanie\u201d (\u201eUndescription\u201d), \u201eI pomy\u015ble\u0107,  \u017ce jeste\u015b\u201d (\u201eAnd Thinking, You Do Exist\u201d,  \u201eKora\u201d (\u201eBark\u201d),  \u201eGaleria \u015bwiat\u201d (\u201eGallery World\u201d) and „Freienwill”
\nAs a journalist I work with Sieradz press (the city where I live) and \u0141\u00f3d\u017a cultural monthly journal \u201eKalejdoskop\u201d. I run a library in a hospital in Sieradz.<\/p>\n

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\n
Poems<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n

Translation:  Marek Marciniak & Kalina Duszka<\/p>\n

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x x x<\/p>\n

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the eyes of animals
\nare always pure<\/p>\n

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the animals do not have a soul
\nor remorse
\nit looks at me
\nscrutinizing
\ncarefully<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I do not have curage
\nto look them in the eyes<\/p>\n

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 <\/p>\n

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x x x<\/p>\n

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a village crackpot
\nsits at his mother grave<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

embracing his knees
\nand rocking he is repeats:
\nmother in the ground
\nthe ground in mother<\/p>\n

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 <\/p>\n

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x x x<\/p>\n

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years are going by
\nround
\nand empty<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I\u2019m waiting for several summer days
\nthe touch of your lips
\nmust suffice
\nfor next year
\nor forever<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

blood in my veins
\nchanges in expectation
\npulsating
\nand turning me
\nto your side
\nthere is nothing better
\nthan your arms<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

x x x<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I was at the bottom
\nnot once<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I was in the depth
\nMy Lord saved me<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He sent for me
\nwhen I was at the bottom<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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x x x<\/p>\n

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I\u2019m lying in forest
\nbirches are blessing me
\nwith their branches<\/p>\n

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 <\/p>\n

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x x x<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

the first love
\nlike a lightning
\nshows an open sky<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

then for a long time
\ndarkness<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

SLEEPWALKER<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I loved the moon
\nand when it
\nturned away
\nmy silver way
\nended suddenly<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I had not know
\nthat there could be
\nso far
\nto stars
\nand to poeple<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

x x x<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

sometimes I envy
\nthe dog
\nwhich you pet<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

x x x<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I have hung your jacket
\nin my wardrobe<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

all my clothes
\nwant to be close to it<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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x x x<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

when you are silent
\nsilence is
\nlike just before
\nthe end of my world<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

when you are speaking
\nI am obedient your whisper
\nand I am dancing on the back of your hand<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

x x x<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

you tell me:
\nyou want everything<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

and for me it is enough
\nto look through the window
\nat your side
\nand think
\nthat you exist<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

x x x<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

before I met you
\nI had liked just
\nthat brich forest
\nmeadow
\ndark vivid strip of alder
\nand tender air above it
\nIt had been enough
\nto fulfill my need
\nto worship something<\/p>\n

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and you have come
\nyou veiled the trees meadow
\nand the same as they do
\nwith calmness and indifference
\nyou accept my love<\/p>\n

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 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

QUESTION<\/p>\n

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we parted without words
\ntime of becoming used to
\nloneliness<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

only when I came here
\nbirch
\njasmine
\ngrass and mulleins
\nare asking
\nwhat I am doing here
\nwithout you<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

x x x<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

greyness has many colours
\nI have discovered it recently
\nin your eyes<\/p>\n

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 <\/p>\n

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x x x<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I have said goodbye to that love so many times
\nyellowed leaves were carpeting it
\ntime like a mist
\nwas separating us<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

one summer
\nwe could not find each other
\nand we though
\n– nothing would save us anymore<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

but suddenly
\nthe dried leaves are falling of it
\nthe mist is melting
\nand our love is green again<\/p>\n

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 <\/p>\n

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x x x<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

he looked through the window
\nin a very misty morning:
\n\u201coh, there is no world\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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x x x<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

trees
\n– are what is left for us
\nfrom paradise<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

x x x<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

22 years
\nafter the beginning of our love
\nwe talk about men
\nthat live double life
\n-they have wife and lovers
\n(because they can afford that)<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I ask
\nif you would like to live like they do<\/p>\n

you reply
\n\u201cI think I would like to have doubled you\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

x x x<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

June is like
\nbeing
\neighteen years old<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

x x x<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

stop
\nlook through the window
\n(there is
\nnearly always)<\/p>\n

a poem around<\/p>\n

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 <\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Translation: Marek Marciniak <\/strong><\/p>\n

x x  x<\/strong><\/p>\n

in memory of people close to me<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

and it seemed<\/p>\n

they would last forever<\/p>\n

in that camomile yard<\/p>\n

in that warm house<\/p>\n

in that safe bed<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

time blows them up one after another<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A Goodnight Phone Talk<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Version 1:<\/strong><\/p>\n

– Hold on…<\/p>\n

– What am I to hold?<\/p>\n

– My love<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Version 2:<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

– Keep well…<\/p>\n

– What am I to keep?<\/p>\n

– My love<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

x x x<\/strong><\/p>\n

love was for you<\/p>\n

\u201e a horrible word<\/p>\n

meaning fucking and subjugation\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

love was the word<\/p>\n

you did not utter<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

once you said to me:<\/p>\n

\u201e coming here<\/p>\n

brings me pleasure,<\/p>\n

not coming here brings me pain\u201d<\/p>\n

and<\/p>\n

\u201elet it be so<\/p>\n

until it is so\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

yesterday I got books<\/p>\n

returned by you<\/p>\n

on top there was<\/p>\n

a collection of poems<\/p>\n

by Majakovski \u201eI love\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

X X X<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

God<\/p>\n

with his love<\/p>\n

is unprotected<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

X X X<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Oh, to hug myself<\/p>\n

to the thought of you<\/p>\n

and to fall asleep<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

X X X<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

What does loneliness<\/p>\n

consist of?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

emptiness<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

X X X<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I have my head in the clouds<\/p>\n

I have a poem in my head<\/p>\n

a never-ending poem of you<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

X X X <\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

you logged<\/p>\n

in my head<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

your gentle words<\/p>\n

follow me<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

our voices<\/p>\n

kiss<\/p>\n

by phone<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

X X X<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

we remain<\/p>\n

in modern relationships<\/p>\n

free and open<\/p>\n

with the fading hope for<\/p>\n

the occurrence<\/p>\n

of the old-fashioned relationship<\/p>\n

wonderfully closed<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

X X X<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201e I hate women<\/p>\n

I am a womanizer<\/p>\n

I am a virtuous man\u201d,<\/p>\n

you introduced yourself to me day by day<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201e he is a poet<\/p>\n

though he is not aware of it\u201d,<\/p>\n

so said about you<\/p>\n

our common female friend<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

X X X<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Where are poetesses from?<\/em><\/p>\n

B.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I was a girl<\/p>\n

of a bad home<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

but my yard<\/p>\n

faced<\/p>\n

a holy birch wood<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

but a rich red rose<\/p>\n

gave its flowers to us<\/p>\n

through the window<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

and mum used to sing songs<\/p>\n

once she told me<\/p>\n

she would go mad<\/p>\n

if she could not sing<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

everything turned into poetry<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The Gallery WORLD<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

snow flakes<\/p>\n

tree leaves:<\/p>\n

none is to be repeated<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

God is a perfectional artist<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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