Jezeli Mozna Tesknic by Joanna Nadgrodkiewicz
A collection of 103 poems about the Polish homeland
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My Home (Moj Dom)
What does it mean, my home? It means Fatherland. My home it means long distance time — measured by the years My home — it is the sea and rustle billows. It means the amber which has been found and is kept in the hands for the good luck. It means storms and winds and high trees that reach the sky, streaks of the light over the city, the open orb of the sky, the owl eyes shine like the stars at night in the park. My home, it is my universe in the multi-dimensional space and lost in time.
© 2011 Joanna Nadgrodkiewicz
Autumn (Jesien)
This poem is about walking in the park during autumn, hearing the leaves rustling under the feet, leaves fall on the face, hair, hands, and temple. Opening the palms and having the feeling of a Polish autumn fall into your arms. © 2011 Joanna Nadgrodkiewicz
If It Is Possible To Yearn (Jezeli Mozna Tesknic)
I yearn about the Polish spirit, the Polish speech, and the Polish name, to the mountain houses, to the singing birds, to the trees swaying in the wind, to the blooming cherry and apple trees and but the first of all — to the CREDO of our great-grandfathers.
© 2011 Joanna Nadgrodkiewicz
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