Jarosław Łukaszewicz: {Till Eulenspiegels lustige Streiche}
Jarosław Łukaszewicz: {cosmorama with myriad patterns}
Jarosław Łukaszewicz: {try to write a poem}
Jarosław Łukaszewicz: {snowflakes for a gift, a morning prayer & eloquence}
Jarosław Łukaszewicz: {at the end we just walked away}
Jarosław Łukaszewicz: {the sky flashes, the great sea yearns}
Jarosław Łukaszewicz: {you can command armies you can ask how often you have chosen love}
Jarosław Łukaszewicz: {soul circling its lessons, what can I say before she walks like a ghost in white lace carrying her bouquet of stephanotis}
Jarosław Łukaszewicz: Chamber orchestra
Jarosław Łukaszewicz: {here's a place and date, or just a planet on the way}
Jarosław Łukaszewicz: {all god's hussies in the pleasure dome}
Jarosław Łukaszewicz: {atomic-powered wristwatch}
Jarosław Łukaszewicz: {rivers cannot quench desire half-hidden by decor of trees}
Jarosław Łukaszewicz: Back to School
Jarosław Łukaszewicz: {the wedding was modest}
Jarosław Łukaszewicz: {when a man sees the drops of dew in summer of a morning lying on the grass in the meadow or the field, he will see the colors}
Jarosław Łukaszewicz: {while it breaks, it breaks}
Jarosław Łukaszewicz: {gulf of fogs or elegant chariot of flesh and temper}
Jarosław Łukaszewicz: {one yawned, one held a pencil, one opened one eye}
Jarosław Łukaszewicz: {sunday morning}
Jarosław Łukaszewicz: {love will come silently}
Jarosław Łukaszewicz: {silent love habited in black raiment, smooth and new}
Jarosław Łukaszewicz: {this early may morn there is none to wed}