STARS
written by: Grzegorz Wróblewski
When my friend died many years ago,
I held his hand.
He whispered: Don’t worry, we’ll meet again
in the stars.
Today I am sitting by a black, ice-covered
lake and looking at the sky.
When will we see each other again? Today, next
month, or maybe never?
There are no answers to these questions
and my friend is gone.
The universe is laughing at me.
I come home and close the windows tightly.
Let others study the stars.
Grzegorz Wróblewski was born in 1962 in Gdańsk and grew up in Warsaw. Since 1985 he has been living in Copenhagen. English translations of his work are available in Our Flying Objects (trans. Joel Leonard Katz, Rod Mengham, Malcolm Sinclair, Adam Zdrodowski, Equipage, 2007), A Marzipan Factory (trans. Adam Zdrodowski, Otoliths, 2010), Kopenhaga (trans. Piotr Gwiazda, Zephyr Press, 2013), Let's Go Back to the Mainland (trans. Agnieszka Pokojska, Červená Barva Press, 2014), Zero Visibility (trans. Piotr Gwiazda, Phoneme Media, 2017), Dear Beloved Humans (trans. Piotr Gwiazda, Lavender/Dialogos Books, 2023), Asemic writing book Shanty Town (Post-Asemic Press, 2022).
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