Bogumił Pacak-Gamalski

The story is written in poetic verse, which is perhaps the easiest way to express emotions that are too intense to convey in normal language. I’m going through a difficult time as I prepare to make a monumental move, and I have to discard or abandon a lot of my belongings. Our belongings. This process has forced me to go through them all in detail, it has opened a Pandora’s box of memories. These are not just my memories: these are our memories.

Last summer and autumn, I often escaped to the beaches for days at a time to get away from reality. But now, with the sorting of our things, that heavy feeling of despair has returned. Despite the cold wind, light snow, and rain I had to return to the beaches. I had to try to find you again for a moment, if for a moment only. It seemed that by doing that I wanted to overcome the feeling of drowning. On this trip I kept imagining a theater stage and Shakespeare’s Richard III. Richard III with his desperate plea for a horse, his bargain with the Fates.

The phantoms of despair are everywhere. 

Six, I think that I slayed. But not the one I needed.

A horse, a horse! My kingdom for a horse! I yelled, I begged!

as in a story said by English bard long time ago,

per chance, of dying Plantagenet with a blow to his head.   

My kingdom for a horse! I yelled in powerless furry

 at the ice-cold waves of roaring sea on Eastern shores.

I screamed, I raised my fists, and stomped my feet.

And words were taken by a wind

and silenced by another wall of deep.  

I cried out in pain falling to my knees,

beaten down, with no sword, no horse.

and no shield – ‘just once’ – I whispered

with no sound leaving my lips – ‘for a moment

let me see his face again, let me tell him

without words that I do and always will’.

And then, resigned I turned away from the sea

and saw in front, in a fair distance,

on the crest of the sand dunes – human shape,

familiar form, protected by warm, thick cape.

I wanted to run toward him – but couldn’t move;

wanted to scream – but no sound left my lips.

And yet – I heard his words as clear as daylight:

I know you do and I do love you, too.

I have no kingdom and no need for a horse anymore.

No need for heavy swords and glory in the battles.

That chilly day on a windy and snowy beach,

with cold stabbing your bones as battleaxes –

that instance becomes as warm as paradise.

I went back home with a smile and a head held high.

(by B. Pacak-Gamalski)

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