I wrote this poem after some dark moments within the University.
Sometimes I just feel lost and lonely, because it is hard to find one’s place, when cheerful careless life seems so distant and alien.
I wrote this poem after some dark moments within the University.
Sometimes I just feel lost and lonely, because it is hard to find one’s place, when cheerful careless life seems so distant and alien.
Written on a cold autumn day.
To the Far East stands a Lonely Tower…
A poem about the lost children of the fallen empire.
Poem of a lost son…
A poem about the deception of prophecies, never to be taken granted. For those can always have countless interpretations.
The end of the myth of the Guardian Fox, as once sang by the skálds.
XIV. Sonnet of Adam Mickiewicz, which he wrote while he was staying in Odessa. Original title: „Luba! ja wzdycham…”
Translated to English by me.
Written for the Age of Compassion, for there must be meaning.
A poem, which tries to put the creation of the universe into words…
Song of the Fox… a verse about her torment and the creation of the great lakes of the world.