Poem without mystery O to be a lock-keeper in Żuławy on a non-essential branch of the canal, amid a flat landscape. Every day to ride a bike to a concrete cabin smaller than a news kiosk. To watch through a little square window the risings and settings of the sun. To have no idea about … Continue reading Excerpt: POSTS by Tadeusz Dąbrowski
Excerpt: POSTS by Tadeusz Dąbrowski
