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Ten, co wieżę buduje, upadnie,
Będzie straszny, jak myśl szybki lot
I gdzieś, w studni światowej, tam na dnie
Przeklnie brak wyobraźni i los.

Ten, co burzy, zostanie zgnieciony
I rozwalin przywali go gruz,
Taki ktoś, Bogiem już opuszczony
O swej męce rozpłacze się w głos.

A wchodzący do ciemnej pieczary
Lub idący przez chaszcze i mrok
Może spotkać drapieżnej pantery
Złowróżebny, jak miecz ostry wzrok.

Dola nasza przetacza się krwawo,
W planach niebios ziemianin jak śmieć.
Ale milcz: Niezbywalne jest prawo —
By samemu wybierać swoją śmierć.

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It Wasn’t Living

It wasn’t living, I wasted / half my life / - and then, Lord, You came to me / like this, in an impossible dream. / / I see light on Mount Tabor / and my heart hurts / with love for the land and the sea / and the whole tree-dark dream of existence, / / My heart hurts tha...

Did I Murder My Father

Did I murder my father, murder my mother, / in some other life ? / Yes, oh immortal, eternal God, yes! or how / could I deserve this disgrace of suffering? / / I lead a life as peaceful as death, / everything I do belongs to someone else, nothing / to me-except a languid, worthless, /...

The Dark-Blue Star

Your tormenting, wonderful, / inevitable beauty / ripped me out of my thin, / miserable, puling life, / / And I died. And I saw / a flame no one ever saw / before; my eyes went black, but I saw / a dark-blue star. / / A song: soft, then loud, then soft: / body and soul meltin...

I Can’t Forget

No, I can’t ever forget / your child’s mouth, your girl’s glance, / bold - I dream of you, / I speak, I think of you - always - like rhythm. / / I feel vast oceans / heaving as the moon yaws, / and whole galaxies, burning, / swinging as they have always swung, will...

The Dream

My nightmare woke me, groaning / with the most intense pain. / My dream: that you loved someone else / and he had hurt you. / / I ran out of bed / like a murderer from the guillotine, / and saw how the streetlights / shone dim, like animals’ eyes. / / Oh, no one, no one /...

She Who Scatters Stars

You’re not always proud, aloof; / you don’t always refuse me. / / You come to me, sometimes, / quietly, quietly, quietly, like in a dream. / / The hair above your forehead is heavy, full. / I’m never allowed to kiss it. / / And your wide eyes / are lit by a m...