I don’t write poetry when I wish, I write when I can’t, when my larynx is flooded and my throat is shut. — Anna Kamienska Poetry Copy Share Image
I’ve learned to value failed conversations, missed connections, confusions. What remains is what’s unsaid, what’s underneath. Understanding on another level of being. — Anna Kamienska Communication Copy Share Image
“Lack of Faith" Yes, even when I don’t believe— there is a place in me inaccessible to unbelief, a patch of wild… — Anna Kamieńska Faith Copy Share Image
My poems are more my silence than my speech. Just as music is a kind of quiet. Sounds are needed only to… — Anna Kamienska Communication Copy Share Image
This morning I suddenly catch myself: I'm not there, I'm so lost in thought, I don't know what's going on around me.… — Anna Kamienska Death Copy Share Image
“No home anymore. Nowhere to return. My house is a ruin, a cemetery. You may yearn for the grave, but just try… — Anna Kamienska Home Copy Share Image
I have no talent. I write poems for myself, to think things through, that’s all. — Anna Kamienska Inspirational Copy Share Image
I am that which lies beyond time. Like a melody, which sounds completely only after the last note is played. — Anna Kamienska Lasts Copy Share Image
I’m moved by everything broken and crippled. Since that’s how we really are. — Anna Kamienska Broken Copy Share Image
“I received the grace of shadows. The grace of remaining in the dark. - From A Nest of Quiet: A Notebook” — Anna Kamieńska Dark Copy Share Image
We cling to words like drowning men to straws. But still we drown, we drown. — Anna Kamienska Drowning Copy Share Image
Letters of the condemned. Last words scratched on a cell’s wall. To write like that. — Anna Kamienska Cells Copy Share Image
Tell me what’s the difference between hope and waiting because my heart doesn’t know It constantly cuts itself on the glass of… — Anna Kamienska Cutting Copy Share Image
The way a source strains toward the light, toward the air. Its laboring work, its effort, its black passageways like despair. That’s… — Anna Kamienska Air Copy Share Image
Writing down your thoughts is both necessary and harmful. It leads to eccentricity, narcissism, preserves what should be let go. On the… — Anna Kamienska Eccentricity Copy Share Image
