Zyj -- mowiles -- jestes promieniem slonca schwytanym
w barwe kwiatu. Jestes miekkim dotykiem skrzydel pszczoly
jestes waskim zdzblem trawy brzekiem chrabaszcza -- mo-
wiles -- zyj.
Barwa kwiatu gasnie i przeradza sie w owoc mniej piekny
ale potrzebny twoim palcom ktore lekko dotykaja cieplej
nagrzanej skory. Barwa kwiatu umiera... Skrzydla pszczoly
sprzymierzone z wiatrem przynosza w czworokatny cien
ula miod ktorym karmisz usta. Zdzblo trawy cierpkim po-
smakiem przywiera do twoich warg. Usprawiedliwiasz wszy-
stko i cien i ptaka bo wszystko potrzebne tobie. Po co mo-
wisz: zyj jak ptak jak pszczola jak lisc gdy to wszystko jest
toba i toba. Tak powiedz -- zyj dla mnie zyj abym mogl
calowac twoje palce pachnace rumiankiem i szyje podobna
do kwiatu. I brwi jak liscie. I usta.
Wtedy wlosy rozczesze zoltym grzebieniem poloze na po-
duszce rece uspokoje. I bede zyla! Dla ciebie.
Halina Poświatowska
Do live -- you said -- you are a sun's ray caught as the hue of a flower.
You are the soft touch of a bee's wings you are the narrow blade of grass
the buzz of a beetle -- you said -- live.
The hue of a flower goes out and turns into a fruit less beautiful but
needed by your fingers which lightly touch the warm, heated skin. The
hue of a flower dies... The bee's wings allied with the wind bring into
the fourcornered shadow of a hive honey with which you feed your mouth.
The blade of grass with its tart aftertaste sticks to your lips. You
make excuses for everything and the shadow and the bird because you need
everything. Why do you say: live like a bird like a bee like a leaf when
it is all you and you. Say it like so -- live for me live so that I could
kiss your fingers smelling of camomile and your neck so like a flower. And
eyebrows like leaves. And mouth.
Then I will brush my hair with a yellow comb I will rest it on a pillow I
will calm my hands. And I will live! For you.
Halina Poświatowska
Translated by Marek Lugowski
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| Photo by Federica Erra |
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