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suicide among poezjami

We live in a times in which any signs of morality, patriotism and tradition are seen as a sign of backwardness, chauvinism, fascism, or even by the enlightened, liberal proponents of the old, because there is a new form of a general who declared war on his countrymen, and whose This grotesque figure of the president ennobles, making him his deputy.
not a new phenomenon is giving the president a caricature of the highest state decorations of all sorts kanaliom, the Judeo-Masonic elite swołocz animal.
It's nothing that the appropriate chapter of the Order of White Eagle waived its honorable function.
illiterate, which some call the president appointed a new chapter, for members which is quite inert Whose breasts adorn the state's highest honor.
In this way, defiled our national honor giving them such Szechterowi, or the old, communist activist, who with his poetry zagrzewała young communists to act.
How is this fanatical communist influence on the attitudes of young, uneducated, with pocketed the empty heads of great vision, socialist Poland under the wings of his father and mother all over the world-the Soviet Union, let them tell us a sample of Ms. Szymborska's poetry because of her here question.
Such words of our poet here has done even more havoc and so the already empty heads:

"... when they stormed the marble staircase, circled as the light gilt candlesticks, tan walls shook back and forth, slings fawn, I warczało steps echo in the hallways. old world, here come the night pay, Where did you hide from who was cursed. Workers heavy hammer hand with sickle already implemented in your temple. I pay for those sleepless nights children, for these mothers with their lives przeoranym For those fathers as children risked temple with sickle hammer their reach fair hand (...) ... so how sinks deeper into the abyss of the mirror, moru horsemen, the horsemen of famine, the Lord horsemen With every moment more like the visions Kawalerio capital, on the bottom to the bottom. " "speech ... I do not know the people of Turkmenistan, I just think that the words of October, corpse of Mr. As spring water wanting love given. Than more animal Than a clean conscience Komsomolskaya bright sun irradiates the whole world sends Greetings Poland today All young people of the Soviet nation. "

Such psychedelic lyrics just poured out of Ms. Nobel Prize winner himself his fanatical attitude to the Bolshevik Revolution and the Soviet Union.
cite the Alexander Szumańskim excerpt from a letter in September 2002 by George Root-chairman of the Association of National Remembrance them. On the first Polish Marshal Jozef Pilsudski, addressed to then president of the Krakow-Andrew Gołasia:

Dear Mr. President,
Referring to the remaining deep in the memory of the last pilgrimage to Krakow and its traditional meeting with the Curia Krakowianami Metropolitan Street. Franciscan, I convey the text of a press release regarding the process of the priests of the Cracow Curia, which took place in Krakow in January 1953 before the Communist military court. Rise to the case is a reminder of that recently released book of poems by Wislawa Szymborska, providently distributed by poniektóre Krakow editors. Szymborska - now honorary citizen stołeczno - the royal city of Krakow, has played in those events fifty years ago, sort of disgraceful role, as well as several other writers, distinguished honors Krakow and material profit. The question is, why is granted honorary citizenship of the city, and allocates luxury apartment in Krakow districts politically compromised people, the signatories of the criminal resolution of 8 February 1953, the magistrate who made such requests at all occurs, assesses and manages to achieve? I think that they are not rhetorical questions.

quoted materials allows us to see another figure such "authorities" as Szymborska, from that promoted by gay Jewish-Communist media swołoczy, and also by the "president", illiterate as I mentioned.

23 May 1883 year, after a period of extreme poverty who spent crying in severe illness, abandoned and forgotten by everyone dies one of the greatest Polish poet, Cyprian Kamil Norwid. End
biography of this amazing man, great master of the pen, and the master of the Polish language is tragic.
From autumn 1882 to May 1983 he lay bedridden, often shedding tears, but nobody stoned.
died the morning of that 23 May 1883. at the shelter-house św.Kazimierza in the Paris suburb of Ivry.
Norwid buried in the cemetery Montmorency.
was only in 2001. symbolic earth brought from the grave of poet and made Words in National Bards crypt at Wawel Cathedral.
I mention here only very sad end of the biography of this great poet, patriot, and above all the great Pole.
Only in the years 1971-1976 we lived to the full edition of the works Norwid issued for the case of Julius Vytautas Gomulicki in a collection entitled "All Scripture."
In one biography Norwida found information saying that the period of the Young Polish cult spreads continuous Norwid.
His name is called streets, schools, libraries, or association.
unusual and beautiful legacy Norwida trying to unravel today, understand and interpret the researchers not only Polish.
Norwid was not an easy poet.
Many claim that the poet was incomprehensible.
ask, if incomprehensible, why not great? To
's incomprehensible Norwida needs a supply of a certain knowledge of history and sometimes this antique and art.
creating this entry, I wanted to illustrate how much we do not appreciate what has given us Poland.
How big fellow had in their history, their life who have the attitude for all of us would be an example, and the compatriots who died in obscurity and poverty.
If today someone like Szymborska won the Nobel Peace Prize and a Knight of the White Eagle, that's what we owe as Poles Cyprian Kamil Norwid?

ask you the way, the potential reader, if you can name but a title of one of the tracks of the genius of poetry?

At the end of a beautiful quote from a letter in my opinion, "To Bronislaw Z." C. KNorwida feathers, which may not be long but many of the poet tells us:

"What do I write?" - You asked me - here I am writing this letter to you - And do not tell you that the petty szlę dishes - just poetry! the one who is poor no gold - but gold without it, tell you the truth, the misery-miseries ... przepełźnie disappears and abundance of a variety of Treasures and strength przewieją - ogóły whole quiver, the things of this world are only two only two: poetry and goodness ... and nothing more ... ability, even without the two ONYCH fade into the paper, Yes niebłahą dwójce these sisters are two! ...