The Polish people, or Poles (Polish: Polacy ; singular masculine: Polak, feminine: Polka), are a nation and an ethnic group of predominantly West Slavic origin, native to Central Europe, inhabiting mostly Poland, other European countries and North America.
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... Let f(z) be a function meromorphic in the finite complex plane with poles at λ1, λ2.. ... that The origin lies inside each curve Γk No curve passes through a pole of f Γk lies inside Γk+1 for all k , where d(Γk) gives the distance from the curve to the origin Suppose also that there ... For the other poles λk where k ≥ 1, 1/zj+1 can be pulled out of the residue calculations To avoid issues with convergence, the poles should be ordered so that if λk is inside Γn, then λj is also inside Γn ...
... Nápoles (Portuguese for Naples) is the name of a Portuguese family whose roots lie in the Kingdom of Naples ... Capetian House of Anjou, of the kings of Naples, the Nápoles descend from Stephen of Durazzo (a claimed younger son of John, Duke of Durazzo, ruler of the ... its members are Leonardo Estêvão de Nápoles, Henrique Esteves da Veiga de Nápoles and Francisco de Paula de Tovar e Nápoles, 1st Viscount of Molelos ...
1944, during the province-wide wave of massacres of Poles in Volhynia in World War II ... from Tarnopol to Stanislawów, in 1939 it had some 900 inhabitants, all of them being ethnic Poles ... All of the residents of Korosciatyn were ethnic Poles (as was the case also of the village of Debowica) ...
... See also Lechites Among the exonyms not native to the Polish people or language are лях (lyakh) used in East Slavic languages ... Today, the word Lachy is used by Eastern Slavs as synonyms for "Poles" and "Poland" ...
Famous quotes containing the word poles:
“War and culture, those are the two poles of Europe, her heaven and hell, her glory and shame, and they cannot be separated from one another. When one comes to an end, the other will end also and one cannot end without the other. The fact that no war has broken out in Europe for fifty years is connected in some mysterious way with the fact that for fifty years no new Picasso has appeared either.”
—Milan Kundera (b. 1929)
“I see you boys of summer in your ruin.
Man in his maggots barren.
And boys are full and foreign in the pouch.
I am the man your father was.
We are the sons of flint and pitch.
O see the poles are kissing as they cross.”
—Dylan Thomas (19141953)
“The Poles do not know how to hate, thank God.”
—Stefan, Cardinal Wyszynski (19011981)