Marcin Malek

Rookie (24.02.1975 / Warsaw, Poland)

For Life And Death Of A Poet - Poem by Marcin Malek

Poets
In literal meaning
Are not responsive
To normative rules of dying

Moreover
Just like the Saints
They do not fit into a
Written conventions

Of the existence
Of the survival
At all costs
At the cost of their own greatness

They rather resemble
Orphaned fortresses
Which has to be taken
Meter by meter - as in the past

With the severe blood loss

Or permanently straining
Among the yellow fields
Mossy towers with no vaults
But with the ever-vigilant gaze

Poet as gaper
- Windblown
- Caressed by storms
Until he not falls


Never measures
Himself as the one
- And then all fading behind
For life and death of a Poet
There is no proper time

He lives in himself
Stirring up higher and higher
By the abandoned fortification
Of horror of consequences

To the moment in which
He is taken - far far away


Poet's Notes about The Poem

In memory of Saemus Heaney

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, September 6, 2013


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