unruffled when time orchestrates ou...

unruffled when time orchestrates our arms to sing up and down all along the sleeve in the music-stand risk at moderato and in unison with the arms of others

Tymoteusz Karpowicz, "Musical Evening Stroll" [1]

Czeslaw Milosz had this to say about him: "He has continued, in his solitude, to add splendor to Polish poetry" Another bard Boguslaw Kierc, lamented that he was "a master not present"--referring to the nearly thirty-year period during which the author of poems playwright, and essayist Tymoteusz Karpowicz (b 1921) refrained from publishing. His mostly ...