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Beard

The king decided that his beard had grown way too long, so he
called for a barber. But the moment the barber touched the royal
beard with his scissors, the beard started to shed golden watches
and key rings, buttons and odd photos, state laws and legal bills,
ink cartridges and fountain pens. A single dwarf fell down to the
floor, shouting ‘Sayonara!’

‘What shall we do then? Are we cutting it short?’ asked the barber
politely.
‘Yes, but very gently and only at the sides,’ replied the king and
ordered a bowl of healthy chicken broth to be brought for the dwarf.

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About the translation:
Poet:
Wojciech Bonowicz
Translator:
Elżbieta Wójcik-Leese
Original language:
Polish
Issue:
2015 Number 2 - I WISH...

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Wojciech Bonowicz

Original poet

Wojciech Bonowicz

Wojciech Bonowicz (b.1967) is a poet, journalist and editor; he writes a column for the weekly Tygodnik Powszechny. He has pub...

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Elżbieta Wójcik-Leese

Translator

Elżbieta Wójcik-Leese

Elżbieta Wójcik-Leese translates contemporary Polish poetry, especially authors not yet known in English. Her translations app...

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