Lindens at the end of bloom stand golden,
noiseless.
“There used to be dungeons here,” Neborak
said. Oh, the echo of ancient undergrounds
with names like those of girls or taverns—
“Dorotka,” “Under Angel,” and the one,
the cruelest “Tatarnia,” where eyes died first
and light hid in the armpits,
in the tongueless mouths!
This silence is meaningless now. It’s not even
a monument. And [...]

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City a constellation.
How often, lost, did we walk
toward the light of the buildings, of which
there was left not a stone! . . .
And who will believe that it was the light we followed?
How often did we go looking
for the mouth of the river,
a bridge, and a peer
in the northern deserts of yards,
but who will believe [...]

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Anna Krzywania i Artur Burszta: Wi?kszo?? wierszy zawartych w Egzotycznych ptakach i ro?linach powsta?a, jak piszesz w pos?owiu, jako skutek wsp??uczestnictwa w poetycznym Trio Bu-Ba-Bu. Mia?y one by? wykonywane na g?os na tradycyjnych wieczorach poetyckich, na happeningach… Na tle ?wczesnej literatury ukrai?skiej, wydawa?y si? one bardzo ?wie?e, wr?cz skandalizuj?ce. Czy wtedy nie obawiali?cie si? tymczasowo?ci [...]

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