BILANS
from the crown of the tree
of knowledge and ignorance, numbers and words fall drop by drop, and the teacher arranges them into a beautiful, colorful bouquet of the sad autumn of life
Bolesławiec, 14.X.95
The Poet
with Pegasus’s tail, he wipes his sweaty brow and, with the ploughshare of a nib, diligently cuts our gray reality word by word into slices of the gray bread of life
Lwówek Śląski, 23.IX.87