2. The circle of the most famous Polish poets can include : o Adam Mickiewicz o Jan Kochanowski o Wisława Szymborska o Tadeusz Różewicz o Rafał Wojaczek

3. Adam Mickiewicz  The Calm of the Sea The pennant at the crow’s nest rises with the breeze, Shafts of sunlight play upon the water’s breast As on a bride-to-be who wakes to sigh and rest, And wakes again and sighs for dreams that better please. On naked spars the banner-shaped sails hang at ease. The vessel is in chains now, leeside facing west, Lulled by slow rocking. Passengers lampoon in jest, Swabbies sigh to one another, slapping knees. Blithe Sea! Among your jolly living creatures is The polyp, sleeping in your depths when dark clouds swarm, Wielding longish arms amid each starfish grave. Sweet dreams! Below, a hydra of remembrances Sleeps in the middle of mishaps and raging storm, And when the heart is calm, its pincers flash and wave.

4. Jan Kochanowski  On My House at Czarnolas Lord, this is my toil and Your endowment; Deign to give Your benison to the end. Let others own the marble palace halls, With rich brocade let them cover their walls, Let me, Lord, dwell in this ancestral nest, Grant to me health and conscience that is blest, Ample provisions, man's benevolence, Friendly relations, pleasant senescence.

5. Wisława Szymborska  Nothing twice Twice nothing happens and nothing ever will Therefore we were born unfeathered and such shall die still Should we be like dumb students dumbest in their class Not a day must we correct[ no one will ever fail us No night will be the same No day can happen twice No kiss is like previous No look in the eyes Yesterday, when somebody said out loud, next to me, your name I felt inside as if a rose through open window came Today, as we are here together I turned my face towards the wall Rose? What does it look like? A flower more, or a stone? Why do you, the dark hour, mix with unneeded scare? You are – so you will be gone smile comes after nightmare Smiling, embracing, for accord we search Yet unlike water drops we can never merge.

6. Tadeusz Różewicz  A poet is one who writes verses and one who does not write verses a poet is one who throws off fetters and one who puts fetters on himself a poet is one who believes and one who cannot bring himself to believe a poet is one who has told lies and one who has been told lies one who has been inclined to fall and one who raises himself a poet is one who tries to leave and one who cannot leave

7. Rafał Wojaczek  I speak to you softly I speak to you as softly as if I shone And stars are blooming on the meadow of my blood Before my eyes comes the star of your blood I speak so softly that my shadow is white I am a cool island to your body Falling in the night a burning drop I speak to you as softly as if in my sleep Your sweat burning on my skin I speak to you as softly as a bird At dawn the sun drops into your eyes I speak to you as softly as a tear carves the crease I speak to you as softly As you to me

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