Tadeusz Borowski Quote

Neither poems nor prose just a length of rope just the wet earth — that's the way home. neither vodka nor bread just bursts of rage just more new graves — that's youth and that's love. neither sleep nor waking neither joy nor laughter just tears in the night — so the rope, paper, knife.


Selected poems (ed. 1990)


Neither poems nor prose just a length of rope just the wet earth — that's the way home. neither vodka nor bread just bursts of rage just more new...

Neither poems nor prose just a length of rope just the wet earth — that's the way home. neither vodka nor bread just bursts of rage just more new...

Neither poems nor prose just a length of rope just the wet earth — that's the way home. neither vodka nor bread just bursts of rage just more new...

Neither poems nor prose just a length of rope just the wet earth — that's the way home. neither vodka nor bread just bursts of rage just more new...