The City of Missing People

A remarkable first book of poetry by a contemporary Polish poet, making the extraordinary transition to writing originally in English: a challenge to dead MFA uniformity. "Charming, intelligent... I want to say beautiful..." David Audun.

From: "The River"

"Crossing the barrier of dilapidated, enforced delusions,
seed,
thrown on that morning plowed escarpment will grow in your gathered footprints.
. . .
But,
some will grow wildly...
in the splendor:
jumping on, soaring from the lianas,
doing wonders,
under these prodigious leaves."

From: "Never Mind Corner"

"I'm blind but I see colors.
. . .
I don't have a sense of smell,
but the blossom of the apple tree
I can catch even without my tremulous hands."