An enigmatic poem about the passage of time, children, youth, old age and more, by Eliza, exclusively for Different Truths.
There will no longer be home,
smoke from the chimney.
There will be no tomorrow.
Rotten beams
cannot withstand the pressure of time.
In the crooked house
a hunched woman
– waits.
It’s like it used to be,
out there behind the house flows a river.
Only now
the children do not have time to look at old age.
Time took away youth
– like the night takes away the evening.
There is no longer smoke from the chimney,
no chimney,
and there behind the house
still flows a river.
~ Translated by Artur Komoter
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A Jagiellonian University graduate with a Master’s Degree in Philosophy, Eliza Segiet completed postgraduate studies in Cultural Knowledge, Philosophy, Penal Fiscal and Economic Law, and Creative Writing at Jagiellonian University, as well as Film and Television Production in Łódź. Her published poetry collections include Love Affair with Oneself; (2103), Thought Mirages (2014), Clearances (2015), Cloudiness (2016) and Tandem (2017).
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