She first showed me the moon
and the first snow on spruces,
and the first rain.
I was a little like scallop,
a black dress and her mother roared as the Black Sea.
night.
combusted in a kerosene lamp.
wails of the mosquito eye.
Maybe it's you, mother, the sky
are a few of these stars?
Or a white sail on the lake?
Or wave in sloping banks?
May your hands flew
stellar dust my manuscript?
A You are allowed time is the south,
mazurka bees in August gold rooms?
Yesterday I found a pin in the reeds -
of hair. Is not yours?
*
dark alder stand on moczarze,
crashes in the swamp rot
Hey, rozświstał the wind on fujarze,
small stars on the alders blew
little mouse ran through the path Milky Way
bat meted
And the wind died down suddenly. And behind the carbon
with silver pipe in his mouth came the moon
lighted by lighting up a huge cloud
, hollows, acorns, and knots -
if the whole world silver spruce,
silver tank playing song .
*
Leaves begin to tremble,
birds hit tons,
sun rises over the fastnesses,
the sun as the snow melts.
Listkom roznąć, fall,
birds also do not live forever,
the sun rise, zachosdzić,
heart of a star and a violin.
*
as a box of Christmas candles,
suddenly in his hand, somewhere from the bottom of the cupboard,
thinks so suddenly come to mind,
nudging heart, and heart Shake.
mom bought these candles,
One slumber. In them, using a beautiful design.
only expand them, and only inflammatory,
and see what happens:
's can blink an oval face dear.
mother raise his finger. Wind will go silent.
mother kiss the hands and hair,
then strew the streets of snow,
to pulse up and crunched to
Then all the lights that flicker,
the suitcase shut. Open at night, when
way you will meet misfortune
*
Summer in the forest. Dark green of spruces
Sage. Hare sorrel.
sky clouds remove. Bird glances.
Bumblebees buzzing among the grasses.
Butterflies yellow and white, like fly list.
Silence and Light
And there, on and on, for this sandy hill,
it is summer.
Sky is a small town on Sundays,
stars stare at the ground with windows,
and we all know, the stars are much
and they are all blue-eyed.
And there in the corner, in an apartment with a balcony,
in one window, where the red flower,
and a second window with the second flower ...
where you live. And poker
fajerki move. And you cry Because
so long waiting for me with dinner.
*
I'm going to you. In your green,
And your snow. And your wind.
go In your boundless world
time of year where your palm
threefold as the Silesian women dancing
and dust rises up, the car creaking,
boar running through the swamps
and deer is growing among light
what, calling, drumming, tarabaniąc,
sleepy star shakes off the birches
Autumn is a broken violin,
helpless under the bow quarter,
back your winter is white,
summer - like a golden glove,
who left in the orchard Jan,
this Kochanowski, which he spoon
enough tap, and everything
dances, the heavens opened,
blue sky full of feathers,
tremble wolf, basuje boron,
voice of Shakespeare and Homer.
With silver, lunar lakes
dolphin puts an ear, sturgeon
hearing shortens the stay.
A forest truchcik sarnich hooves.
fishing with outbreaks of puff smoke,
sizzles on the lard rumor yellow -
is in the poems of John, yes. And it
anchored my note;
and all, all, all the muses,
all flats, rhythm and rhyme,
and the moon, my poor cousin,
what the telegraph wires
night poking the tumors.
But is all lost Though light,
in the head or pinch of reason.
and infinite lace
been involved in my manuscripts.
; ; Konstanty Ildefons Gałczyński
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