Wiersze do wyboru na III Konkurs Poezji Anglojęzycznej (marzec 2014)



HOPE, Emily Dickinson


Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul, 
And sings the tune--without the words, 
And never stops at all,


And sweetest in the gale is heard; 
And sore must be the storm 
That could abash the little bird 
That kept so many warm.


I've heard it in the chillest land, 
And on the strangest sea; 
Yet, never, in extremity, 
It asked a crumb of me.






Dear heart, why will you use me so?
Dear eyes that gently me upbraid, 
Still are you beautiful -- - but O, 
How is your beauty raimented! 

Through the clear mirror of your eyes, 
Through the soft sigh of kiss to kiss, 
Desolate winds assail with cries 
The shadowy garden where love is. 

And soon shall love dissolved be 
When over us the wild winds blow
But you, dear love, too dear to me, 
Alas! why will you use me so?






Time will say nothing but I told you so
Time only knows the price we have to pay; 
If I could tell you I would let you know. 

If we should weep when clowns put on their show, 
If we should stumble when musicians play, 
Time will say nothing but I told you so. 

There are no fortunes to be sold, although, 
Because I love you more than I can say, 
If I could tell you I would let you know. 

The winds must come from somewhere when they blow, 
There must be reason why the leaves decay; 
Time will say nothing but I told you so. 

Perhaps the roses really want to grow, 
The vision seriously intends to stay; 
If I could tell you I would let you know. 

Suppose the lions all get up and go, 
And the brooks and soldiers run away; 
Will Time say nothing but I told you so? 
If I could tell you I would let you know.




ON AGING, Maya Angelou


When you see me sitting quietly,

Like a sack left on the shelf,

Don?t think I need your chattering.

I?m listening to myself.

Hold! Stop! Don?t pity me!

Hold! Stop your sympathy!

Understanding if you got it,

Otherwise I?ll do without it!

When my bones are stiff and aching,

And my feet won?t climb the stair,

I will only ask one favor:

Don?t bring me no rocking chair.

When you see me walking, stumbling,

Don?t study and get it wrong.

?Cause tired don?t mean lazy

And every goodbye ain?t gone.

I?m the same person I was back then,

A little less hair, a little less chin,

A lot less lungs and much less wind.

But ain?t I lucky I can still breathe in.




SICK, Shel Silverstein


?I cannot go to school today,?
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
?I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I?m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I?ve counted sixteen chicken pox
And there?s one more?that?s seventeen,
And don?t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut?my eyes are blue?
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I?m sure that my left leg is broke?
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button?s caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle?s sprained,
My ?pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow?s bent, my spine ain?t straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is?what?
What?s that? What?s that you say?
You say today is. . .Saturday?
G?bye, I?m going out to play!?






If I were in charge of the world
I'd cancel oatmeal,
Monday mornings,
Allergy shots, and also Sara Steinberg.


If I were in charge of the world
There'd be brighter nights lights,
Healthier hamsters, and
Basketball baskets forty eight inches lower.


If I were in charge of the world
You wouldn't have lonely.
You wouldn't have clean.
You wouldn't have bedtimes.
Or "Don't punch your sister."
You wouldn't even have sisters.


If I were in charge of the world
A chocolate sundae with whipped cream
and nuts would be a vegetable
All 007 movies would be G,


And a person who sometimes forgot to brush, 
And sometimes forgot to flush,
Would still be allowed to be 
In charge of the world.


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