Dagmara Kraus Poems

the green tree-python's moved out
it weaves no noose round its clutch
it has taken with it the rough skinshirt
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a pelican clipped heavily by a tower
visibly damp from three orbs
they found combined in her the ground
a verb-deer of white porcelain
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through the testamenter's deaths flew
a front of foot-warm whistling-birds
in them he was iridescentransmogrified
passing beyond the ends of the waters
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so let us consider now
the birdword that sneaks
its crooked and maybe dented beak
with all due caution
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I don't know how people can
write poems about the moon
Zbigniew Herbert
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