#halina poświatowska

[metamorphesque]

— This year again there is spring, Halina Poswiatowska

#spring #halina poświatowska #quotes #literature #poems #poetry

[derangedrhythms]

Halina Poświatowska, from ‘Indeed I love’, tr. Maya Peretz

TEXT ID: you are in my heartbeat echoing itself returning to itself remembering forever

#halina poświatowska #indeed i love #poetry #you were inside me like my pulse #o

[eyesfullofmoon]

Halina Poświatowska, Indeed I Love

#halina poświatowska #* #words #in the moonlight #poetry #poem #text #literature #religion #love poem #bibliophile #poets #writers and poets #love poetry #female poets #female writers #moon #moon poetry #moon poems #religious poetry #religious poem #literary quotes #quote #text post #book quote #poems #writing #writers

[ma-pi-ma]

Il fuoco chiede cibo cibo che ha bisogno di nutrirsi della vita - di un corpo

così ti porto un cuore il mio cuore ardente il fuoco lo divora con desiderio

poi scorrazza per la città ma la città è tutta d'oro non è una città è una stella

Halina Poświatowska, da Hymn bałwochwalczy, 1958

#Halina Poświatowska

[la-semillera]

Desde que te conocí, llevo en el bolsillo un pintalabios, es algo estúpido llevar un pintalabios en el bolsillo, cuando tu me miras tan serio, como si vieras en mis ojos una iglesia gótica. Y yo no soy ningún templo, solo un bosque y un prado- temblor de hojas, que buscan tus manos. Allí detrás suena el río, es el tiempo que huye, y tu le dejas pasar entre los dedos y no quieres atrapar el tiempo. Y cuando me despido de ti, mis labios pintados quedan intactos, y yo igual llevo el pintalabios en el bolsillo, desde que sé, que tienes labios hermosos.

- HALINA POŚWIATOWSKA. Trad. de Lucia Málaga Sabogal

Fotografía de Eileen Agar en un balcón en Francia por Joseph Bard / 1937

#eileen agar #halina poświatowska #joseph bard

[arsanimarum]

I am wonderfully free I love no one and nothing

Halina Poświatowska

#halina poświatowska #polish poems #polish women #polish literature #literature #bibliophile #quotes #poetry #polish #fav

[carnageandculture]

Halina Poświatowska, from ‘Indeed I love’, tr. Maya Peretz

#halina poświatowska #poetry

[kendimlesworld]

Neden içimdeki bu cehennemle yaşadığımı ve neden hiçbir şeyi umursamadığımı bilmiyorum.

#halina poświatowska

[benimdunyamlove]

Neden içimdeki bu cehennemle yaşadığımı

ve neden hiçbir şeyi umursamadığımı bilmiyorum.

Halina Poświatowska

#Halina Poświatowska #alıntı

[absurdegzystencji]

#halina poświatowska #cytaty #miłość #śmierć

[1920sitgirl]

Halina Poświatowska poet & writer

Described as one of the most important figures in modern/contemporary Polish literature.

Top poem = in my barbaric tongue / w moim barbarzyńskim języku

Bottom poem = one more memory / jeszcze jedno wspomnienie

(Translation and original were both found online, not my own)

#I looove both of those poems #highly highly recommend reading more of her poems #Halina Poświatowska #poetry

[metamorphesque]

I am wonderfully free I love no one and nothing

halina poswiatowska, a splinter of my imagination

#halina poświatowska #a splinter of my imagination #poems #poetry #quotes #literature #polish literature #freedom #classic literature

[derangedrhythms]

how many times can one die of love 

Halina Poświatowska, Indeed I Love; from ‘All My Deaths’, tr. Maya Peretz

#halina poświatowska #indeed i love #all my deaths #poetry #excerpts #death #l

[eyesfullofmoon]

Trees die differently than people. Trees look as if they enjoyed their dying. It's true, spring will return and again they will burst into bloom. But as you well know, one can never be sure. And how can trees know that? Surely for them every fall is the last one.

Halina Poświatowska, Story for a Friend

#halina poświatowska #* #words #poets #literature #text #letters #polish literature #poetry #text post #nature #trees #quotes #polish poetry #polish #literary quotes #writers and poets #writers #tree #nature poetry #nature poem #spring #quote #poem #bibliophile #poland #post ww2 #20th century poetry #female writers #female poets

[littleferallamb]

"This year again there is Spring"

By Halina Poświatowska

This year again there is spring, spring incredibly familiar, so why does poetry suffocate on its own breath. The tree under my window commits plagiarism for the twentieth year in a row, green leaves upon green leaves. This year's cherry blossoms are not different from those when the cherry tree began, the same perfume permeates the air. And - although the old declare it tiresome - my sister kisses under trees as I did; she kisses passionately, forever plagiarizing her first kiss. I could as well recall grasses, all the grasses which have germinated from seed, faithfully and without compromise, like those of several months ago. Life giving birth does not fear plagiarism, just as death - stubborn in its repetition - always stupefies. Why then censure love poems, why object to their lack of shame and primitive disorderly groan of rapture repeated perpetually for centuries oblivious of readership.

#Halina Poświatowska #poetry #poems on tumblr #40's poetry

[la-semillera]

un recuerdo más

acabo de escribir una palabra

.

soy una palabra mayor

dos

tres 

un poema

.

mayor -qué significa ser mayor-

.

en la abstracción llamada historia

me han asignado un rango estrecho

de allí - hasta ahora

crezco

.

en la abstracción llamada economía

me han ordenado vivir

.

en la abstracción llamada tiempo:

yerro 

me pierdo

y yerro

.

en el Museo Metropolitano

en el departamento de escultura egipcia

una piedra sonríe con labios de mujer

-Halina Poświatowska,  Trad. Ada Trzeciakowska..

#halina poświatowska