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Włodzimierz Holsztyński
Wlodzimierz Holsztynski (b.1942-3-3 in Nizny Tagil, Ural Mountains) was
raised and educated in Warsaw, where he stasrted to work at the University
of Warsaw. Left Poland on 1969-1-20. Continued teaching at universities in
the USA and Canada (or working at institutes) until 1978, and only
sporadically afterward. Works for industry since 1977, mostly as a
consultant. Writes poetry since 1959, also in English starting in 1981.
Participates in Internet since 1989 (earlier in intranet). Moved many times,
for instance on the American continent.
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* * * from the pond of the night a small green frog lands on my window-screen outside you live without that someone who used to be your life and now that summer frog every night ...H.California 1990-10-07 thru the other end of a telescope you are a small green frog your piercing jewish eyes are two black dots pardon... ? of course... no telescope... black ink has replaced the air outside the frog is real comes to my window every night H.California 1990-12-07 * * * the stone-wind nowhere seen but the small bellies of the dying ripples on the water pregnant with her who was pregnant with them she was the stone-wind who delivered my pain across the mirror H.New Mexico 1996-05-12 |
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men don't cryour backs almost touchthe (recovery) house wall i sit in a chair and my father in a (wheel) chair we look at the tree across the street they don't grow that tall and strong in Poland he says (in Polish of course) but U did i think (without words of course) and i say in California they're still taller and i wait for lightning to strike the tree in this fine weather in this fine weather a van has shattered my father's leg and broke his neck when he was crossing Plymouth Road he had almost recovered then after a fall he broke his neck again a lightning in California striked a five thousand year old tree and there was tree no more he is only eighty six we sit in the shadow the creamy protective collar around his neck somehow reflects light Wlodzimierz Holsztynski |