A remarkable first book of poetry by a contemporary Polish poet, making the extraordinary transition to writing originally in English: a challenge to dead MFA uniformity. "Charming, intelligent... I want to say beautiful..." David Audun. From: "The River" "Crossing the barrier of dilapidated, enforced delusions, seed, thrown on that morning plowed escarpment will grow in your gathered footprints. . . . But, some will grow wildly... in the splendor: jumping on, soaring from the lianas, doing wonders, under these prodigious leaves." From: "Never Mind Corner" "I'm blind but I see colors. . . . I don't have a sense of smell, but the blossom of the apple tree I can catch even without my tremulous hands."