LXXX Heat
Bojarska in the heat of the afternoon sun
which ran out of somewhere and laid its
hands on the open coffin and played
with itself in Helenka’s sleeping hair
how merrily the sun played in Helenka’s
sleeping hair inviting us to look inside ourselves
eugeniusz tkaczyszyn-dycki, translated by tadeusz pióro.
2 responses
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amir ali atighi moghadda said (22 Feb 2008):
great shot and painful.
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James Carson said (16 Apr 2008):
interesting shot
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