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Paul Polansky Sat In My Kitchen

Meeting Paul Polansky in Nis
Meeting Paul Polansky in Nis

The Serbian resident US poet and human rights activist Paul Polansky visited my humble flat some years back. As usual, my place was in a tip, but Paul passed no remarks. He works with the Kosovar IDP’s in Kosovska Mitrovica and I had the pleasure of returning his visit in Nis some years later. Alas, our mutual freind, Lubo, passed away since. This is a republishing of a poem I write at the time of Pauls visit to Tullamore.

Paul Polansky sat in my kitchen,
Eat pudding and drank black tea,
As if he were but a friend,
Who passing happened to be.
A man who worked so tirelessly
To help the Roma nation,
A far off name in a far off land,
Who for me was an inspiration.

And as we talked of politics
And culture, and history,
He was as I, and I as him,
As he chatted to Lubo and me.
Some say that God is far from this world
But I think that he is in
People like Polansky,
Though they’re human and subject to sin.

And you – and I – are like him!
Or can be, in what we do…
And we can find the that God himself
Resides within us too!
Everybody has a Kosovo
Your family may be your Roma nation…
Let God be seen in your deeds,
Let others find you an inspiration.

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