Adam

Nisko upadłeś, o Adamie,
Twój wzrok szalony a twarz blada,
Bolejeszli nad owocami,
Któreś, nieświadom grzechu, jadał?

Bolejeszli nad ową dobą,
Gdy, jeszcze dziecko i dziewica,
Na wzgórzu w wonny dzień przed tobą
Tańczyła Ewa śniadolica?

Ciężkiego grzechu znasz przekleństwo
I oddech śmierci ciebie musnął
Znasz mijających chwil szaleństwo,
Kiedy powraca myśl "za późno".

I ból okrutny, wstyd palący
I beznamiętny, i bezbrzeżny,
Który powoli gorycz sączy
I żre, i pastwi się, lubieżny.

Tyś w raju był, a byłeś panem,
I honor twoją był poręką,
Za szczęście, niegdyś tam zaznane,
Dumny, w trójnasób płacisz męką.

Żeś nie był jak umarły, ale
Szukałeś, a zwiedziono ciebie,
Surmy ku twojej będą chwale
Po wieczne czasy grzmiały w niebie.

Uparcie z losem swym się mocuj,
Posępny, przygarbiony, twardy,
Lecz nie opłakuj tych owoców
Nieokupionych, godnych wzgardy.

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To the People Of the Present

Why we don't make them distinguished - / Our thoughts - with heart's vibration, / Fill the air with cry and skirmish, / Dreams and lies in combination. / / Just for that, that, fully useless, / Lost of joy and lost of sadness, / To draw spirals of the losers, / Between even Time and...

To a Poet

Let verse of yours be flexible, but strong, / Strong as a poplar under valley's cover, / Strong as the earth under a plough, long, / Strong as a girl, who never knew a lover. / / Reliably preserve severity at length, / Your verse need not be fluttering or booming, / Although the Muse ...

The Trees

I know: to the trees, but not to us, / Perfection of the life is given, whole. / And on the Earth - the sister of the stars - / We live in exile, while they do at home. / / In latest falls, in sad and empty fields, / The red-brass dawns and amber-clad sunrises / Teach to th...

Under Poet

Under poet's fingers, fast and thin, / Strings were fluttering with easy, gentle sound, / Strings were golden, as the bands, around / Wrists of glum and unrestricted Queen. / / Calls of passion made the air drunk, / And the summer lightning was in hurry... / Not in vain, ranged those ...

The Word

In the days when the God eternal / Was declining face to the new world, / By the Word they stopped the sun’s inferno, / And destroyed the towns by the Word. / / And an eagle was falling at the ground, / Stars were backing to the moon in fright, / If, as made from orange flames...

The Giraffe

Today I can see your expression is especially sad, / And your arms that are hugging your knees so frail and fine, / But listen: somewhere far off by the distant lake Chad / An exotic giraffe roams about, adorned and refined. / / An exquisite figure and a leisurely life are his boon /...

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