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Kiedyś przyjdzie wielkie zaspokojenie głodu II
(Eng. Someday there will come a great satiation of hunger)

self-portrait
(November 16, 2015)
Oklahoma, U.S.

inspired by the poetry by H. Poświatowska

Polish text Copyright 1989 Wydawnictwo Literackie, Kraków, Poland
Halina Poświatowska, Polish, d. 11 oct 1967.
translation by Marek Lugowski
twice22.org/HalinaFAQ/

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kiedyś przyjdzie wielkie pogodzenie
z półką na książki
z obrazem
(światło elektryczne -- maleńki cud wyobraźni)

kiedyś przyjdzie wielkie zaspokojenie
głodu rąk i nóg
(moje stopy jeszcze ciągle bezczynne
po kostki zanurzone w filozofii)

i będzie cisza tak wielka
jak gdyby we wszystkich orkiestrach
umarły bębny
na anewryzm gwałtownego serca

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someday there will come a great reconciliation
with the bookshelf
with the painting
(electric light -- a tiny miracle of imagination)

someday a great satiation will arrive
of the hunger of hands and legs
(my feet are still idle
immersed to the ankles in philosophy)

and there will be a silence as great
as if in all the orchestras
the drums had died
of an aneurysm of a torrid heart

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Description
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Kiedyś przyjdzie wielkie zaspokojenie głodu II
(Eng. Someday there will come a great satiation of hunger)

self-portrait
(November 16, 2015)
Oklahoma, U.S.

inspired by the poetry by H. Poświatowska

Polish text Copyright 1989 Wydawnictwo Literackie, Kraków, Poland
Halina Poświatowska, Polish, d. 11 oct 1967.
translation by Marek Lugowski
twice22.org/HalinaFAQ/

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kiedyś przyjdzie wielkie pogodzenie
z półką na książki
z obrazem
(światło elektryczne -- maleńki cud wyobraźni)

kiedyś przyjdzie wielkie zaspokojenie
głodu rąk i nóg
(moje stopy jeszcze ciągle bezczynne
po kostki zanurzone w filozofii)

i będzie cisza tak wielka
jak gdyby we wszystkich orkiestrach
umarły bębny
na anewryzm gwałtownego serca

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someday there will come a great reconciliation
with the bookshelf
with the painting
(electric light -- a tiny miracle of imagination)

someday a great satiation will arrive
of the hunger of hands and legs
(my feet are still idle
immersed to the ankles in philosophy)

and there will be a silence as great
as if in all the orchestras
the drums had died
of an aneurysm of a torrid heart

---

My artwork may not be reproduced, copied, edited, published, transmitted or uploaded in any way without my permission.
© All rights reserved