Anna Maria Mickiewicz’s poem: Socrates Faces Cold Weather 


socrates is lost in anxiety 

this is because of cold weather in may 

and of today's cold philosophy 


language braided with ivy

touches the streams of rain

clouds thunder, swelled with the wind

they breathe heavily with the smell of forsythia and lilacs

the pond swings a silver fir tree


in the cloud hidden thoughts of socrates 

he was afraid of his own thoughts…

without touching the golden brightness

angelic paved the memory cells…


socrates was in the hospital 

he returned 

his heart now beats at an even pace 

he made a fireplace burn again

the time of sunny spaces is coming


Anna Maria Mickiewicz is a poet, translator and publisher Literary Waves Publishing. She is a member of English Pen and Polish Pen. Her first collection of verse was published in 1985 in Poland, and verse collections Proscenium in 2010, London Manuscript, published by Poetry Space, Bristol, in 2014 and The Mystery of Time, published by Flutter Press, USA 2019, and London Stories (UK), Shades of Earth (UK).Her poetic works have appeared in the following journals in the United States, UK, Australia, Canada, Poland, Mexico, Hungary, Salvador, Spain, Italy, India. Honored with the Gloria Artis medal for Merit to Culture by the Polish Ministry of Culture, and The Joseph Conrad Literary Prize (USA).

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