Tell me what’s the difference between hope and waiting because my heart doesn’t know It constantly cuts itself on the glass of waiting It constantly gets lost in the fog of hope
There are things better left untouched by words. - Anna Kamienska
There are things better left untouched by words.
- Anna Kamienska
I have no talent. I write poems for myself, to think things through, that’s all. - Anna Kamienska
I have no talent. I write poems for myself, to think things through, that’s all.
Even a painful longing is some form of presence. - Anna Kamienska
Even a painful longing is some form of presence.
The way a source strains toward the light, toward the air. Its laboring work, its effort, its black passageways like despair. That’s the way a poet l… - Anna Kamienska
The way a source strains toward the light, toward the air. Its laboring work, its effort, its black passageways like despair. That’s the way a poet l…
Letters of the condemned. Last words scratched on a cell’s wall. To write like that. - Anna Kamienska
Letters of the condemned. Last words scratched on a cell’s wall. To write like that.
I am that which lies beyond time. Like a melody, which sounds completely only after the last note is played. - Anna Kamienska
I am that which lies beyond time. Like a melody, which sounds completely only after the last note is played.
I’ve learned to value failed conversations, missed connections, confusions. What remains is what’s unsaid, what’s underneath. Understanding on anothe… - Anna Kamienska
I’ve learned to value failed conversations, missed connections, confusions. What remains is what’s unsaid, what’s underneath. Understanding on anothe…
I returned to confirm there can be no return. - Anna Kamienska
I returned to confirm there can be no return.
I’m moved by everything broken and crippled. Since that’s how we really are. - Anna Kamienska
I’m moved by everything broken and crippled. Since that’s how we really are.
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