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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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Today I can see that your look is especially sad / And your arms are especially fragile, as if made of chaff. / Listen, my dear: far away, by the shores of Lake Chad, / Roams the exquisite giraffe. / / It was granted the gift of proportion, voluptuous grace, / And its skin is adorned wi...

Sixth Sense

Fine the wine that loves us, / Good bread baked for our sakes / And the women who torment and tease / Yet please us and in the end let us take them. / / But what do we do with the red / Hue of sunset that lets the sky grow cold / With blue in a still, strange serenity? / What to do ...

The Streetcar That Lost Its Way

While walking down a strange street / I suddenly heard the cawing of crows, / Distant thunder, and the tones of a lute - / Here came a streetcar flying past. / / How I managed to leap to its step / Is beyond me - even in the bright / Daylight it spewed behind itself / In the atmosph...


So this is all of life! Whirling, singing. / Oceans, metropolises, deserts, / A desultory reflection / Of what is lost forever. / / A flame rages, trumpets trumpet, / And chesnut-colored horses race, / Then the agitating lips / Of happiness, it seems repeat. / / And sorrow and ...

A Baby Elephant

Right now my love for you is a baby elephant / Born in Berlin or in Paris, / And treading with its cushioned feet / Around the zoo director's house. / / Do not offer it French pastries, / Do not offer it cabbage heads, / It can eat only sections of tangerines, / Or lumps of sugar an...


In the old days, when God cast down / His gaze upon the just created earth, / Words stopped the sun, / Words tore down whole towns. / / The terror-striken stars / huddled round the moon / When words, like pink flaming tongues / Floated down through air. / / The lower levels of ...