Renvoi

Jutrzenka o blasku nieziemskim,
Ptaki o piórach różowych
I dużo w spojrzeniu panieńskim
Do przeczytania stron nowych.

I linie surowe, subtelne,
Znad mórz ożywcze powiewy
I wiosną rozgłośną słyszalne
Wróżek wieczorne odzewy.

Lecz moje marzenie strapione,
W nim tęskny odzywa się głos
I sercе boleśnie zgnębione
Jadem, z żądeł widmowych os.

Na straży pradawnych wytworów,
Co dla nas zostawił nasz ród,
Czuwają legiony potworów
Z uśmiechem, lecz groźni jak wprzód.

Tu wszędzie zakazy wszystkiego,
Tu śmierć tylko wolność ma swą,
Lecz ciało każdego zmarłego
Obmyte powinno być łzą.

Odkrywca Ameryk zamglonych,
Z okrętem złączyłem swój hart,
By, patrząc na brzeg porzucony
Wyszeptać „Ja kocham ten świat!”

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She Who Scatters The Stars

You're not always haughty and estranged, / Your desire for me stays unchanged, / / Calmly, softly, gently, as in dream, / You, like vision, sometimes come to me. / / Braided strand is on your forehead tanned, / I am not allowed to kiss this strand, / / Your large eyes are kindle...

Death

Gentle, pale, in ashen-white attire / Thou appeared with caressing eyes. / Thou was different when I met thee prior / In swords' clang, in trumpet battle cries. / / And thou seemed to be a golden-drunk who, / Having bared a sparkling breast in spate, / In the midst of bloody war fog, ...

Clever Devil

My old best friend, my faithful Devil, / Sang me a ditty of his own: / "All night a sailor held sea level, / But at the dawn he sank like stone. / / The waves like walls stood all around, / They fell then raised white crests again, / His great love passed, before he drowned, / ...

A Book Reader

Book reader, I too wanted to locate / My calm bliss in humility of conscience, / And I adored them, those strange paths, innate, / Where there's no hope and there is no remembrance. / / To ever swim along the brooks of lines, / To enter straits of chapters with impatience, / And to ob...

The Giraffe

Today, I see your glance is especially sad, / Your hands - especially thin, holding your knees. / Listen: far, far away, on Lake Chad, / Roams an exquisite giraffe. / / A slender, blissful grace is given him, / A magical design adorns his hide, / Which only the moon dares to rival, / ...

Giraffe

Today I can see that your eyes are especially sad, / And the arms, that are hugging your knees, are so gentle, my love. / Just listen, in a faraway land by a lake called the Chad, / Wanders an elegant giraffe. / / His elegant body is shining in afternoon heat. / It's covered with a...