It’s never easy to write about oneself — I always worry it may sound too formal or theatrical. But sometimes, an introduction is simply necessary.
My name is Agata Grochowska. I was born in Warsaw in 1997, and I’m proud to call this city home. I studied law at the University of Warsaw and now work as a lawyer — a path shaped by reason, logic, and rules. But this blog is a reminder that beyond legal texts and courtrooms, I have always nurtured another passion: poetry.
I began writing poems at the age of 14. In 2015, I published my first volume, Fresh Poetry, Handle with Care — a collection drawn from years of writing for myself, along with poems previously published in literary magazines and recognized in poetry competitions.
Much has changed since then. Life, experience, and perspective have reshaped the way I write — and perhaps, the way I feel. The poems you’ll find here reflect that evolution. Whether they resonate with you is for you to decide.
Can we ever fully express our emotions or capture our thoughts in both a clear and metaphorical way? I’m not sure — perhaps that’s exactly the mystery poetry tries to solve.
Read on and see for yourself.
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On blades of grass
silence is swaying
a restless day
is turning in
it is only them
magical insects
leisurely circling
above the mirror of mist
they glimmer in the warm setting
hue of the sun
revelling in the moment
reconciled with the day
above the cool water
beneath a thousand suns
the pulse of tranquillity
its rhythm beating
it is hard to find
paradise on this earth
where time encounters
a fleeting momentbut it is worth searching for
amidst the swoosh of grass
the coppery fulness of corn
the glitter of the stars
I had
at the time
a shawl
long
patterned and colourful
it twitched blithely in
the reflection of
the dormant Vistula
there was no
yesterday
today
tomorrow
there was only
now
that discreetly fled
every effort
to ensnare it
we were flooded with
the glow
of the reddish sun
a mute witness
of this unequal battle
I can’t remember
if our eyes
met then
perhaps it was just
my imagination
that desired it
I wonder at times
if we’ll meet again
to seek a way
of arresting
the moment
bathed in
the declining
rays
of the present
that will never return
A memory ephemeral will remain
like a colourful balloon
soaring into the air
to finally disappear
into the abyss of the horizon
time unyielding leaves a souvenir after all
unruly thoughts
so ill - defined – keep returning
I
a lost girl
bundled up in a deep blue meadow
in my hand only a length of twine remains
- it could not hold the vivid balloon
that flew away long ago
to join the golden rays of the sun
White down
is seeping leisurely
through a grey cloud
- a warm drink
that offers relief
from what is simply today
a mysterious blend
of a fresh wild strawberry
cool spring water
a forest wander
remind me
when was it that
every moment tasted
of a piece of chocolate
without the bitter aftertaste
of time scudding derisively
Still in my dreams timid
you are
in church spires
tenement houses enveloped
napping
within a bouquet of homely Borderland
greenery
you awake slowly
urged
by whip of a hackney driver
the whinnying of horses
from boundless fields
narrow streets
you are stretching leisurely
rising
with opening shop windows
motley market stalls
like a lady beautifying herself in her boudoir
you settle upon the loveliest hues of a morning fresh
and now
in all your splendor
miscellaneous
among the shawls of street vendors
whitewashed walls
Jewish yarmulkes
you can admire yourself
in the mirror of the blue skies
which your beauty
since the dawn of time
have secretly envied
don’t tell me
about rationality
I won’t believe it anyway
the most painful is
the feeling of emptiness
although it doesn’t exist
the most painful is
the past
and yet it has passed
the most painful is
intimacy
although it resembled a warm rain
and the memories
become half-open doors
which cannot be entered
don’t tell me about
rationality of feelings
I won’t believe it anyway
- lay gently
beside me
rub my temples
with your fingertips
then remind me
that I have mouth
that long for intimacy
but not yours
don’t leave me alone
- I won’t leave
though it’s difficult
to simply be
or to just be
beside
when you expose yourself
the real you
to me
but
not
for me
someone will say
go
slowly
steadily
choose the widest path
thoroughly beaten
prepare yourself well
take comfortable shoes
and something in case of rain
remember
don’t talk with
strangers
don’t lose track of your track
smelling the dew
at sunrise
going barefoot through the grass
observing the butterfly
concealed in your hand -
but what for
for nothing
because everything doesn’t have to
have its aim
or maybe only time can give
meaning to it
that’s why
I want to
lacerate my feet
while jumping from rock to rock
on the empty beach
for such adulthood I long
undetermined
unobvious
simply mine