Her name is Joanna Svensson. She is a swedish poet,
writer and novelist. She has been writing and publishing
her works ever since her early teens.
As a poet she has at present 5 published books of poetry.
2 published in the USA in 2019. As a writer 2 fiction novels
and a third almost ready. A book of five short stories is well
on its way.
She is a member of the Swedish Author Society and
The Society of Polish Writers living abroad. She has
participated in several anthologies over the years and
2019 she has been awarded 1:st prize at the Bucharest
International festival of literature for her novel
“TajemnicaMedalionu” which is currently being translated
into English.
She is also very active in both Swedish and Polish
literary society and she participates in several international
prose- and poetry festivals around the world.
HAMLET
By a street of cobble stone inHelsingör
A lovely Sunday morning
I met in a courtyard
A man I knew before
He reached out his hand
In which he held a notebook
-I have something for thou
He smiled with eyes half shut
-I knew we would meet someday
I’ve chosen you on a journey over time
On a journey where time has no days
-Therefore thou I visited in thy dreams
And sometimes guided thou
For I saw thou had feeling
Thou could sense the balance
Between high and low
Between the beauty and the sad
Where words are filled with emotions
Sometimes they are beautiful
Sometimes they are sad
Because time is unlimited
Using the power of words
-Here is my book
He reached out his hand
-And what was your name?
I bashfully asked
-William, madame
He replied with a bow
He lifted his hat
And then turned around
Disappeared in the courtyard
Where he once did come from
On a Sunday morning in Helsingör
By a street of cobble stone
Almost anything can happen
If you let it
Just allow
Your fantasy
To break free
For just a moment..!
YOU HAVE SEARCHED FOR ME
You have searched for me
All these years
You have visited me
In my dreams
But I have not understood
That it was you
I was waiting for
All these years
I have not understood
That when the time is right
I will meet you
For real
And then I will
Recall your face
From my dreams
From messengers
From the Universe
That sends signals
Time and time again
Signals
That I must be patient
And wait
That I must have faith
And endure
As the one who waits
For a perfect wine
To ripe and ripe
To reach its fullgrown taste and character
To gain its final color
And then came the day
When finally
Our eyes met
And I recognized you
Once again
From my dreams
And now I feel
That the wine
Has grown and riped
And I feel
That the time is right
That the wine
Has gained its color
And taste
For you!
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