• Язык:
    Польский (Polska)

Zakochanie

Любовь

Wyniosły jak paw, młody liryk
Nachalnie odwiedził mój dom
I rzekł do mnie, tonem niemiłym,
Że królem mych marzeń jest on.

Zatrzasnął z kapryśnym grymasem
Otwarty na biurku mym tom,
Przytupnął stanowczo obcasem,
Wycedził: Nie lubię tych form.

Jak śmiał pachnieć tak perfumami!
Pierścieniem omamiać mój wzrok!
Jak śmiał obsypywać kwiatami
Mój pokój, od świtu po zmrok!

Swój dom opuściłem ze złością,
Lecz on nadal za mną się wlókł
I stukał, z wyraźną lubością,
Laseczką czarowną o bruk.

Z obłędem się więc sprzymierzyłem,
Nie mogę powrócić w swój dom,
Do dziś mówię wciąż o przybyłym
Bezwstydnym językiem, jak on.

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You will recall me

You will recall me - likely, more than once, / And you'll recall my world, both strange and dreamy, / The funny world where songs and fires dance, / And yet - the only one that's not deceiving. / / It could have been your chosen world as well. / Perhaps it was too much for you, too litt...

The Cross

Card after card lied to me, lied and lied, / and even wine no longer helped. / Cold March stars hung pale, / anxious, outside the window. / / Coldly mad, in crazy passion, / I felt the game was dream. / "I bet everything in the bank, all of it!" I shouted. / And I lost. / / I l...

Thoughts

They have crowded around me - why? - like thieves / in the dark, in the quiet suburban dark. / Like sinister hawks, like sullen hawks, / they have come for some cruel vengeance. / / Hope left. Dream ran. / Anxiety pried open my eyes / and as though on a ghostly slate / I read my wor...

A Ballad

Lucifer my friend gave me five horses / and one gold ruby ring, / for me to go down, down into the ground, / for me to see the sky's young face. / / My horses beat their hooves, snorted, begged / to gallop like birds all over the earth, / and I believed the sun's light burned for me, ...

The Turkey

In the morning of my unsure memory / I recall a many-coloured meadow, / where ruled a haughty / turkey, adored by me. / / He was malicious and free, / his beak crimson as fire / and he was sharply scornful / of my four years. / / Neither chocolate, nor caramels, / nor pineapp...

The palm groves and the aloe thickets…

The palm groves and the aloe thickets, / a silvery, matt stream, / the sky is infinitely blue, / the sky is gold from rays. / / What more do you want, heart? / Is happiness a fable or a lie? / Why do you give yourself up submissively / to another faith temptations? / / Do you w...