trzymam w ustach pasmo slonca
jak pasmo wlosow
gryze
czasem przyfruwa pszczola
ubrana w krotkie futro
rozmawiam z nia
gwiazdy pociagniete woskiem modlitw gasna
wiatr nie przegarnia wlosow
slonce nie dotyka ust
tylko pszczola
przynosi wiesci o swietle
mowi: elementy czerwieni i zlota
zwiazane doskonale
dojrzewaja
pod lagodnym skrzydlem jesieni
potracam galaz
wolno
brunatniejac
opadaja liscie
elementy czerwieni i zlota
rozsypane
Halina Poświatowska
in my mouth i hold a strand of sun
and as with a strand of hair
i bite on it
sometimes a bee flies up to me
dressed in a short fur
i talk with it
the stars coated with the wax of prayers dim
the wind does not sift through my hair
the sun does not touch my lips
only the bee
brings me the news of light
it says: elements of red and gold
perfectly combined
ripen
under the gentle wing of autumn
i move a branch
slowly
turning deep brown
leaves fall
elements of red and gold
scattered all
Halina Poświatowska
Translated from Polish by Marek Lugowski
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