Paweł Markiewicz was born 1983 in Siemiatycze in Poland. He is poet who lives in Bielsk Podlaski and writes tender poems, haiku as well as long poems. Paweł has published his poetries in many magazines. He writes in English and German.
The Shakespearean sonnet about my dog
You hound are a starry night over fog, fallen in love with the Epiphany. The moon may be mine! Told the moony dog. With you tender garden – is so dreamy. Bewitchment of stars, your ability. Your hunting is dearer observation. A moonlit night is your eternity. May the soft ghost be in adoration! Roses awoken in glory – starlet. You can taste, listen and feel them galore. Enchant the nectar like druidic glade! It was drunk from Ovidian amphorae. Be, you dog, a heart-shaped meek poet! Broken wings of loneliness are dead.
The spring awakening. The sonnet
The springtide wakes up not only in dreams. The snowdrops blooming in the moony garths. One listens to propitious paradise. The dearest graylag geese coming in flocks. I think of genus Primula from afar. The wild boar piglets were born in a grove. I feel springwards the warmness of a soul. Native dreameries are fulfilled galore. Springtide be primeval home of Naiads! I taste the verdure of some climes. You are dreamy like fairylike bouts. The friends of springy morn – are tender owls. I can praise, bewitch Ovidianly. Thus, I am able to enchant peaceably.
a pulchritudinous sonnet
I am through a superb window – looking. An angel of feeling awakes in me. The dreamy oak-trees stand alway leafless. The native auspicious cue is just large. My scenery - the enchanted verdure. The moony old barn of Ted my dear nuncle. I am looking at a proud throng of crows. They belong to the whiff of every times. The springtide looks so meek-beauteous-fair, first and foremost Morningstar - at night. I daydream springwards window-view withal of a dreamy Ovidian summer gale. Homelike herbage that seems to bewitch all. My cats want to enchant the fantasy. Dreamed subtle morn withal notably.