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Za bezpańskim, zniszczonym barakiem,
Tam, gdzie ostał się płot przekrzywiony,
Stary gawron, z obdartym żebrakiem,
O zachwytach, prowadził rozmowy.

Przyjaciele, od lat byli szczerzy,
Gawron mówił i drżał ze wzruszenia,
Że gdy spał, pośród ruin, na wieży,
Niebywałe zobaczył widzenia.

W locie bardzo wysokim i śmiałym,
Nie pamiętał o smutkach ich bytu
I łabędziem był, dumnym i białym,
Żebrak księciem zaś, godnym zachwytu.

Żebrak płakał bezsilnie i głucho,
Ciężka noc się na ziemię spuszczała,
Przechodząca w pobliżu starucha,
Bojaźliwie i szybko żegnała.

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How strange. Ten years have passed, exactly ten / Since first I saw the magic Esbekie, / Great garden of Cairo / Lit solemnly by the full Moon that night. / / Back then I was exhausted by a woman. / And neither the fresh winds of oceans, / Nor row-de-dow of the exotic bazaars - / No...


Today, as I see, you're especially wistful, my love. / Your hands are especially slim / while embracing your knees. / O, listen! In far away, far away lands, / by lake Chad / there wanders a gorgeous giraffe. / / His skin in embroidered with a fairy miraculous weave. / Who'd dare to...


Stunned by the roaring and tramping, / Enveloped in flames and fumes, / My Africa! The Seraphs in Heaven / Whisper about you. / / Having opened your Gospel, / The life story - horrid and wonderful, / They think about the Angel, / Inexperienced - who is, my reckless, your Guardian. ...

A Porcelain pavilion

Amid an artificial lake / Rises a porcelain pavilion, / A jasper bridge is going there / Arching its tiger's spine. / / There are some friends in this pavilion, / Clad in light-colored clothes. / They're drinking warmed up wine / From bowls painted with dragons. / / Now they'...

Remus and Romulus went up a hill...

Remus and Romulus went up a hill, / The hill was mute and wild. / Romulus said "Here will be the City", / Remus added "that shines" / / Romulus said "The grace of the stars / Blessed our past we forgot". / Remus said: "What passed is the past, / Th...

The Clever Devil

My faithful devil, my old crony, / Once sang to me this song alone: / "All night sailed sailor on the briny, / At dawn to seabed he was thrown. / / With all around him sea walls looming, / And crashing, foaming from above, / Before him flew, and whiter blooming, / An apparition of h...