I can't tell you much about this poet, save that he's Polish, teaches in U.S., he is translated; and I just started reading him.  I like him, and there is more on him here, with a couple more poems (I like "Great Ships" especially).

This one is called, "Mute City."

Imagine a dark city.
It understands nothing. Silence reigns.
And in the quiet bats like Ionian philosophers
make sudden, radical decisions in mid-flight,
filling us with admiration.
Mute city. Blanketed in clouds.
Nothing is known yet. Nothing.
Sharp lightning cleaves the night.
Priests, Catholic and Orthodox alike, rush to shroud
their windows in deep blue velvet,
but we go out
to hear the rain's rustle
and the dawn. Dawn always tells us something,
always.