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Serengeti cannot die

Hidden in the woods I’m waiting for the flames
to turn the sticks to ash, to bake potatoes.
Distant theme tune of ‘The Summer with the Radio’
takes me far away, between gooseberry bushes,
between barns brimming with hay.

Memories come, endangered animal species;
my brother and I fill a tub with water warmed in the hosepipe.
On the surface we deploy boats carved in pine bark.
Their passengers are earwigs. On the other side of the road
grass burning begins. Fire looks at itself
in the dark immobile eyes of the insects.

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About the translation:
Łukasz Jarosz
Elżbieta Wójcik-Leese
Original language:
2013 Number 3 - Secret Agents of Sense

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Łukasz Jarosz

Original poet

Łukasz Jarosz

Łukasz Jarosz (b.1978) is a poet, musician, percussionist, song writer and vocalist. He has published six collections of poetr...

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Elżbieta Wójcik-Leese


Elżbieta Wójcik-Leese

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

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