Poems by Paweł Markiewicz

The longing

the enticing aspiration is such

a golden Apollonian sunshine

my muse-like tune of a bosom

as the dainty cherubic dreamlet

or it is a tender ring

that shines at

the magnanimous chevalier

and it is an embellishment

of the metaphysics

the dazzling wishfulness is able to long for

Herculeanly propitious sea of candles

which are blazing fiercely

and for moonlight past each afterglow

which glares like a seraphic ring

the ravishing longing exhibits

for a splendid spirited keel

the beachside

a stunning beach

next to the druidical

charming holt

the divine yearning the

most appealing charm

it is such a fairy-like cottage

which has been established

by mermaids

at midnight

on the debris

of hag’s temple

the desire is the alluring

poesy forever from sempiternity

of the muse Clio

meek as well as weird-like yen is a being

loving

mountain Apollo among a friend

– the love-in-idleness

deifying

the dreamiest gnome

among pixie-like wizards

The Panathenaea in ancient Athens

Paulus and Martin

both sons of a Roman emigrant

in bewitched Sparta went to Athens

to participate in

the dreamy Panathenaea

because the sibyl wanted to

give them a crane of Ibycus

just after this procession

in the time of the miraculous

epistemology

Paulus was robed

in the Roman tunic of poets

Martin carried the

armor of hoplites from Greece

they loved lovely ceremonies

for the sake of their father

a watchman in the

temple of Artemis in Sparta

People loudly glorifying Athena:

Foretime:

You are a zephyrling with vans of the romanticism

You are a noble being with winged beauty of the metaphysics

You are a dreamlet fulfilled in the Ionic philosophy of nature

You are a foggy fantasy of dawn as poesy of the dreamiest epistemology

You are a temple in which lives: logic ethics and aesthetics

and afterwards

when the mast with Athena’s habit north-facing is, the dress maker is lifting up the brushed Golden Fleece

when the mast with Athena’s habit south-facing is, the priest is picking up the forever closed Pandora’s Box

when the mast with Athena’s habit east-facing is, the fighter is raising the cut Gordian knot

when the mast with Athena’s habit west-facing is, the craftsman is heaving the cooled off horseshoe of Hephaestus

the paean-spell of the brothers

after burnt offering for the Sibyl:

Holy Lady Sibyl

Kindle propitious fire in enchanted weird!

flight of a Broad-Tailed Hummingbird

Shrouded in the Spartan gloss-fire

the meek family of four

– quaint-dreamy perioikoi

are sitting around a Spartan glamorous fire

– endearing glittering

before myths-like holt

– where ghostlets lived in divine owls

since the time immemorial

– the forgottenness connoted tender fog

in those days the spell of family

– father-Epicurean as a victorious hoplite

who has returned home

– where afterglows were the most propitious

and morning-red of sunlet was indeed amazing-dreamy

– as a trace of the sempiternity

perioikoi: the woman a vendor of figs and the man a pedlar of pearls

– having sat on the ravishing Golden Fleece

perioeci: sons landowners

– sitting on the exquisite textile of Pythia

the most exquisite – kindling of the Gordian knot

its all Apollonianly bewitching mood – with the Dionysian wine

the family dream and philosophize – such Socrates or Aristotle

about the Homericaly pleasing stanzas

only missing weird-like lyre – in contrast the grand harp having

Kindle a Prometheanly divine spartan fire!

an enticing spunk – the dazzling brio

a comely fieriness – the alluring passion

a delightful light beacon – the pleasing mettle

a charming spark – the enticing scintilla

of our metaphysics

the soul of the hoplite becomes romantic dreamier and

most tender