Marcin Malek: Likeness

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“We walk this earth
hand with hand and head by head
along with shadows of fairy tales
myths and legends spread by superstitious folks
and oddly we yearn to all of them
with sadness and despair
like drowning sailor who longs for sip of air
with playful joy against the odds
we seek to tame good auld death
forgetting that lady D is a wild cat
that carves its paths with fangs and claws step by step
step by step
until she is to close
- inside your head”

Marcin Malek

Source: We'll go asleep, poems and ballads, "Untill she is to close", pg 64

Despair , Forgetting , Cats , Joy

“A CARE
Your shadow –
Looks nothing like you
She said passing me by
I pass her by with no regrets
My shadow is my care –
I said

I’m of Darkness –
And Darkness is of me
If you know the place –
where it comes from?
She looked over her shoulder
Only a man She said
Only man – all over the place
wanders along his own steps”

Marcin Malek

Among the things (2012), Page 86, verse I-II.

“A SPRING
Long stalks of rain
are growing from the skies
down towards ash-black soil,
softer than deer hearts
frozen in concentration
at river banks

Everything that is not here
lies beyond these waters – more effusive
than a fisherman’s song,
when come evening time
they sail back to theirs rocky homes
settled at Shannon’s ridges
winding like a maggot in a downpour
and greener still
than eyes of women
that bear the same name”

Marcin Malek

Diary of an unfinished journey (2012), Page 56, verse I-II.

Women , Home , Spring , Water

“1916
Let us lift the fallen!
Because who else – who else than we
would summon them like autumn leafs
when time will shake the bells of our dreams
a “Foggy dew”

And once the time runs out
for everything and nothing at all
with a triumphant song on our lips
we shall wage war on the entire world!”

Marcin Malek

Among the things (2012), Page 38, verse V, VI.

War , World , Dreams , Autumn

“HERE
above Dublin
below a skyline aflame
with white dwarfs’ blazing fires
a hushed town
gazes into the distance
and wanes like an agate stone
that sleeps amongst sharp reeds
in cloudy waters of the ford
longing for its soul.”

Marcin Malek

Among the things (2012), Page 18-20, verse V

Soul , Sleep , Water