{"id":640,"date":"2025-05-26T14:16:52","date_gmt":"2025-05-26T14:16:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/magdalenabartczak.com\/?page_id=640"},"modified":"2025-05-26T15:56:09","modified_gmt":"2025-05-26T15:56:09","slug":"poems","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/magdalenabartczak.com\/en\/poems\/","title":{"rendered":"POEMS"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u2026<\/b><\/address>
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Engrossed in the rustling of unthinking step,<\/i><\/b><\/p>

Being touched by the miracle of discovering ourselves<\/i><\/b><\/p>

Again and again\u2026 again further ahead<\/i><\/b><\/p>

we\u2019re flitting on the wings of uncontrollable youth,<\/i><\/b><\/p>

heard only by the breath of body<\/i><\/b><\/p>

we\u2019re reaching for excellence.<\/i><\/b><\/p>

Saved time after time through a child\u2019s smile<\/i><\/b><\/p>

through the tear of experienced sensitivity.<\/i><\/b><\/p>

Devoted entirely, without questions, without answers<\/i><\/b><\/p>

Suspended halfway between Earth and Heaven<\/i><\/b><\/p>

Wanting nothing but eternity\u2026<\/i><\/b><\/p>

Dance life dance until you\u2019re allowed and until you can<\/i><\/b><\/p>

Until you\u2019re applauded as you\u2019re real<\/i><\/b><\/p>

And only then you\u2019re worth something.<\/i><\/b><\/p>

Through a sincere smile you express the whole soul<\/i><\/b><\/p>

And you look straight into my eyes being unable to hide anything.<\/i><\/b><\/p>

I feel like a naked begger \u2013 who so rich<\/i><\/b><\/p>

because free and happy,<\/i><\/b><\/p>

because he feels something and every day I stand humble given<\/i><\/b><\/p>

my own weaknesses, walls of insecurity<\/i><\/b><\/p>

that every man builds in himself<\/i><\/b><\/p>

but what\u2019s more interesting still able and like drinking water<\/i><\/b><\/p>

still treated to love\u2026<\/i><\/b><\/p>

through devine dance.<\/i><\/b><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>

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18.04.2012<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/address>
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(ME) invisible<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

(YOU) transparent<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

Limpid in muse<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

Minute after minute<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

Fulfilled with time and space of ourselves<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

Elusive existence, without each other for each other.<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p><\/address><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>

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07.01.2013 (04.03.2013)<\/span><\/strong><\/p>

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Heart like yellow cheese<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

Holey, envious, recast XY times<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

It is getting better but it\u00a0can\u2019t be healed!\u00a0<\/span><\/em><\/strong><\/p><\/address><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>

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09.07.2013<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

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While looking for a way to NO..<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

The world still reminds us ABOUT..<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

Despite so many ways ON, WITH..<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

At home.<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p><\/address><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>

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19.07.2012\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

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\u00a0Like flies on the corners run away<\/strong><\/em><\/address>

old relations<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

New ones are at once out of<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

\u00a0distance for diminuendo<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

\u00a0without messure and fulfilness<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

\u00a0oldfashionable in wish to not to be oldfashionable<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

obsessed by memories<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

\u00a0repetition of generations<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

\u00a0different for the presense<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

\u00a0for the future undefined<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

\u00a0reserved for the Shells on the coast<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

whispering the melody<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

From the Upper about intimacy on time, from the upper<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>

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Forget about what was it before<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

Everytime our<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

Unexpected meetings<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

Look at me the way<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

You look at me the first time<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

As if you already met me.<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

Forget about everything that could never happened.<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p><\/address><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>

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09.07.2013<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/address>
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Open to be closed<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

Pushed away secretes-facts without covering<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

Inhumane in the openness of testimony<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>

Human in utterance.<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p><\/address><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>

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Shot for the stern<\/strong><\/em><\/address>

Taken in a hilarious way<\/strong><\/em><\/p>

Intimate wills<\/strong><\/em><\/p>

Bleeding utterances<\/strong><\/em><\/p>

Important and unimportant<\/strong><\/em><\/p>

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I (script, code name) (November 2016)<\/b><\/p>

A heart of ice in varieties to choose from: with, without\u2026 in an instruction manual<\/b><\/em><\/address>
At the bottom\/for the days of my seasonality <\/span>\u2013 a fruit frappe with ice.<\/b><\/address>
Human rhythms with mouths, without faces.<\/b><\/em><\/address>
My liquid existence, in a physical state, in steam.<\/b><\/em><\/address>
Icy hands full of wet memories of the cold.<\/b><\/em><\/address>
Ice storm searching for the meaning and thus reversed \u2013 falling upwards. Just the right size for me to bear.<\/b><\/em><\/address>
Ice surface as pure as the Wailing Wall \u2013 cold steps, connectors of generations, and a single bare foot \u2013 on the ice, hanged out to dry.<\/b><\/em><\/address>
Ice cubes damming up bodily channels. The passage of blood and time. The rush of trying to make it before God.<\/b><\/em><\/address>
Ice crystals in the hair, pinned up in inscrutable shapes. Ice makeup.<\/b><\/em><\/address>
Frozen body parts \u2013 storage rooms, luggage, spaces and times of coexistence to explore.<\/b><\/em><\/address>
The obesity of overeaten ice, the watery sensitivity of appetite \u2013 an antidote to ice arrows.<\/b><\/em><\/address>
A mirror of achieved colors, you in a six-pointed picture.<\/b><\/em><\/address>
A flake, necessarily white.<\/b><\/em><\/address>
Impersonally, transparently, it will melt before anybody can see it.<\/b><\/em><\/address>
The obsessive beauty of gaining weight, washing, being, falling into despair.<\/b><\/em><\/address><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>
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