Eliza Segiet (Poland)

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Eliza Segiet (Poland )

E mail: eliza.anna@op.pl

Eliza Segiet – graduate with a Master's Degree in Philosophy, completed postgraduate studies in Cultural Knowledge, Philosophy, Arts and Literature at Jagiellonian University, as well as Film and Television Production in Lodz.

Torn between poetry and drama. Likes to look into the clouds, but keeps both feet on the ground. Her heart is close to the thought of Schopenhauer: "Ordinary people merely think how they shall 'spend' their time; a man of talent tries to 'use' it".

Publications:

Poetry Collections:

"Love Affair with Oneself" [pol. "Romans z sobą"] (2013),

"Mental Mirages" [pol. "Myślne miraże"] (2014 , II Edition:2017),

"Cloudiness" [pol. "Chmurność"] (2016),

including

Monodrama "Clearances" [pol. "Prześwity"] (2015), 

Farce "Tandem" (Signo 2017).  

Author's works can be found in anthologies and literary magazines in Poland and abroad (Albania, Australia, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Canada, India, Kosovo,Scotland, Sweden, USA).

Labyrinth

In the vortex of dance,

wandering in the labyrinth of time

she saw

the ephemerality of existence.

Today turns into yesterday

as in the Heraklite river

- fluid, smooth.

Although trees live longer than humans,

slouching between them

one can see the scattered dandelions.

And behind a tall wall of boxwood

there is everything

one cannot go back to.

Every ray of the sun

is a hope for existence,

even though

at some point it will

not allow for a gust of life.

Signs of Time

Embraced by gentleness of words,

aroused by beauty

she sets imagination into motion.

She didn't know

if—as before—

it was just

the waves talking to each other.

Did she really hear them?

I know

that she could live

in a place,

where crystalline sand

covers her wet feet,

where the signs of time are enshrouded by a wave.

The sea

could drown out her memories.

She Was Far Away

Somewhere

in the midst of the theatre of life

she sought shelter

to not return to the past.

She could not.

It followed her.

She could not forget

the pattering of German officers

and fear

is it today?

She hid in her

the past time-

like a stone

holds onto eternity.

Translated by Artur Komoter

Setu, June 2018