Tadeusz Borowski Poems

Don't walk in the street,don't eat, don't live,
backbreaking work is all you're allowed,
and beware the sign that bares its teeth:
...

Staszek, my old friend,
from all the prisons of the earth
I come back to you
in a flight of poetry.
...

It's strange, like a dream: in the deep shadows of evening
to tumble down into narrow lanes, and rest my eyes
...

for Witek Piatkowski
They beat him all day, and the next. Nothing doing.
They beat him 'round the clock, all week.
...