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four poems by Andrzej Bursa

Bursa is becoming one of my favourite modern poets. Check out "Night of the long Knives" below. Translations seem quite good (always tricky of course).


All his short life he lived in Cracow. He made his debut in the press in 1954, although he never wrote praises of socialism. Three years later he died because of problems with his heart. The first book of his poems appeared after his death.

Andrzej Bursa


anna said…
wow!thanks marcus,my brian is like a sponge,absorb bursa's poerty! great poems!!!
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postpran said…
yeah :-) Glad you like them!!! He rocks big time!!!

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