I’ve learned to value failed conversations, missed connections, confusions. What remains is what’s unsaid, what’s underneath. Understanding on another level of being. — Anna Kamieńska, from “A Nest of Quiet: A Notebook,” transl. Clare Cavanagh, Poetry (May 2012)
Somewhere unwritten poems wait, like lonely lakes not seen by anyone. — Anna Kamieńska, from her notebook (1968), Astonishments, trans Grażyna Drabik and David Curzon (Paraclete Press, 2008)
Joy – it’s not just a gift. In a sense, it’s also a duty, a task to fulfill. Courage. – Anna Kamieńska, Astonishments: Selected Poems of Anna Kamienska. Paraclete Press (MA); First Edition edition July 1, 2007) Originally published 2007.
The sky creaks with the plumes of unread poets. — Anna Kamienska, from “In That Great River: A Notebook.” Poetry (June 1st, 2010)
I don’t believe in the next world. The world is one. One reality. Death isn’t a gateway to the next world, maybe just the opening of blind eyes. – Anna Kamienska, from “Industrious Amazement: A Notebook,” Poetry, Mar2011, Vol. 197 Issue 6, p503.
Not only my house, the whole world is such a densely-packed trash heap of things and cultures. How to escape? Into death? But death has its own macabre and cowardly aesthetic—it threatens us with flowers and a tasteful tombstone. The dangerous passion for absolute purity. To evaporate with the atom. Wake up! — Anna Kamienska,… Continue reading Anna Kamienska
I pray in words. I pray in poems. I want to learn to pray through breathing, through dreams and sleeplessness, through love and renunciation. I pray through snow that falls outside the window. I pray with the tears that do not end. — Anna Kamieńska, from “In That Great River: A Notebook,” Poetry (June, 2010)