martes, 2 de septiembre de 2008


I don't trust the truth of memories
because what leaves us
departs forever
There's only one current of this sacred river
but I still want to remain faithful
to my first astonishments
to recognize as wisdom the child's wonder
and to carry in myself until the end a path
in the woods of my childhood
dappled with patches of sunlight
to search for it everywhere
in museums in the shade of churches
this path on which I ran unaware
a six-year old
toward my primary mysterious aloneness

Anna Kamienska

2 comentarios:

Anónimo dijo...

Thanks for this beautiful poem. I also know a poem by Anna Kamienska that I would like to share with you.Someone shared it with me when I was asking for advice on how to deal with death and dying.

"A Prayer That Will Be Answered"
by Anna Kamienska

Lord let me suffer much
and then die
Let me walk through silence
and leave nothing behind not even fear

Make the world continue
let the ocean kiss the sand just as before

Let the grass stay green
so that the frogs can hide in it

so that someone can bury his face in it
and sob out his love

Make the day rise brightly
as if there were no more pain

And let my poem stand clear as a windowpane
bumped by a bumblebee's head


Mermaid Lullaby dijo...

I don´t know anything about Anna Kamienska´s life, but after reading this poem, it´s clear for me, she must have suffered deeply after losing someone dear.
I´ve seen in Internet, there´s a book called "Astonishments" by her. I will try to find it somehow. I think she´s a really sensitive writer.
Thanks for your comment and for the poem.