Saturday 5 May 2018

3 Poems by Eliza Segiet

Befallen Life

For some of us,
Life befell
behind the barbed wire.
There, Numbers were born
- worked,
- died,

and death?
often visited not only
in bath.
striped, dirty suits
could have befallen -

Box Iron

For professor Bogumiła Rouba

In the illusory space of life
box iron
would not give up the ghost
not even slowly.

Only emaciated arm
was getting cold on an empty table.

On both sides of the wall
telepathy connected
ashes and life.

Remember child
you were born a human,
but once there was a war,

on which new foundations were laid.


In memory of my Grandfather

Underneath his hat
there was no fairy tales,
that's where the memories were fading away.
He didn't want to look back,
but could not obliterate the recollection!

His shelter was in the attic -
dangerous place -
the burrow of life and death.

Before he forgot -
He bequeathed it to the grandchildren.


Eliza Segiet – Jagiellonian University graduate with a Master’s Degree in Philosophy. Completed postgraduate studies in Cultural Knowledge, Philosophy, Penal Fiscal and Economic Law, and Creative Writing at Jagiellonian University, as well as Film and Television Production in Łódź.

poetry collections:
2013 Love Affair with Oneself; original title: Romans z sobą [publisher: Sowello]
2014 Thought Mirages; original title: Myślne miraże [publisher: Miniatura]
2016 Cloudiness; original title: Chmurność [publisher: Signo]
2015 Clearances; original title: Prześwity [publisher: Signo]
2017 Tandem original title: Tandem [publisher: Signo]

Translated by Marta Szara- Turton

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