Tell me what’s the difference between hope and waiting because my heart doesn’t know it constantly cuts itself on the glass of waiting it constantly gets lost in the fog of hope — Anna Kamienska, “Difference,” 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)
Poems crystallize from the substance of time. A cluster of moments, like bees dangling from the hive’s mouth. — Anna Kamienska, from “ndustrious Amazement: A Notebook,” Poetry (March 1st, 2011)
How many poems sleep in dictionaries buried like needles in hay How many poets not yet born rolled in tight webs of anger How many tender confessions there How many insults How many falsehoods And what unexplored uninhabited deserts of silences — Anna Kamieńska, “Dictionaries,” Astonishments. (Paraclete Press (MA); First Edition edition July 1, 2007)