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Będąc dzieckiem lubiłem wielkiе
Miodem pachnące odłogi,
Zagajniki i chaszcze wszelkie
I pośród traw bycze rogi.

Zakurzone krzaki przydrożne
Krzyczały: „Zabaw się z nami,
Obchodząc nas bardzo ostrożnie
Dowiesz się, w co z tobą gramy!”

A gdy wiatr, z szarugą jesienną,
Wyszumiawszy się, kończył grę, —
Serce biło z myślą niezmienną,
Że zanurzę się w wiecznym śnie.

Nie samotny — lecz z kolegami
Z podbiałem i z łopianami,
Tam, w oddali, za niebiosami
O wszystkim się dogadamy.

Lubię pomysły najprzedniejsze
Barbarzyńskich, wojennych spraw,
Bo w nich ludzka krew nie jest świętsza
Niźli sok szmaragdowych traw.

А вот еще:

A Ballad

My friend, Lucifer gave five horses to me, / And a radiant ruby-stone beautiful ring, / So that I could go down to marvelous caves, / And could see there heaven's celestial face. / / Snorted horses, and zealous, they hoofed, and they begged / To race over and over the space of the earth...

We are handsome, we are mighty…

We are handsome, we are mighty, / Kings of Kingdoms full of youth, / Like the clouds we are flying / Over mirages and truth. / / As a start, we'll raise a temple, / In eternal dance and song, / Let us take a heady purple / In the windows at a dawn. / / Windows in irradiation /...


In corridors dead-locked and halls like the deserts / Hilarious masks today gathered together, / With flowers the chambers entwined and the closets / Wild dances have stormed like the autumnal weather. / / The Moons with the dragons have wandered embracing, / The vases Chinese trashed a...

The games

Council's kind, on a bloody arena / for the third day the games are not over, / and completely got crazy hyenas, / breathe with ancient spite anacondas. / / And the elephants, bears and tigers / drunk of blood, battlers ready for sparrings, / bull is strong and experienced fighter - /...

My Thoughts

Why did they come to me my thoughts together? / Like thieves at night in gloomy dusk of suburbs, / Like kites they grim and sinister, they whether / are here for the vengeance fierce and savage? / / The hope has left, the dreams have fleed forever, / My eyes have opened in a great excit...

In the skies

Days have flashed in the golden inflame, / And she-bear was fleeing at night, / Overtake her, prince, overtake, / Lasso her, to the saddle her try. / / Lasso her, to the saddle her try / To strap, in the blue tower at home / Point out at she-bear-night / To your giant Herculean dog....