Tadeusz Dabrowski: Three Poems
One day the jars will break, and the memories will merge into a single oily puddle, which I shall enter, as into fire.
November 13, 2025 · 15 Comments
Tadeusz Dabrowski: The Sentence
It’s as if you’d woken in a locked cell and found
in your pocket a slip of paper, and on it a single sentence in a language you don’t know.
September 7, 2025 · 27 Comments
