This morning I suddenly catch myself: I'm not there, I'm so lost in thought, I don't know what's going on around me. Can you think yourself to death?
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.
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.
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.
Even a painful longing is some form of presence. - Anna Kamienska
Even a painful longing is some form of presence.
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 don’t write poetry when I wish, I write when I can’t, when my larynx is flooded and my throat is shut. - Anna Kamienska
I don’t write poetry when I wish, I write when I can’t, when my larynx is flooded and my throat is shut.
I returned to confirm there can be no return. - Anna Kamienska
I returned to confirm there can be no return.
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