KRZYSZTOFA I BARY on the anniversary of Poet's death - 4 August

Krzysztof Kamil Baczyński

This time

Nice one, my love. It's specified a dark time.
A dark night, so dark a long time ago, and no stars,
On whose trees the phantoms torn out the earth are trembling.
Sad sky above us like the cross of broken hands.
Head on the ground, nights go down to day,
Day to night they leave, not boats — coffins give birth,
In the world, graves go away, time goes by in dreams.

And hearts — so few, and lips — so many.
We ourselves — so small, 1 step further — will go into myth.
We ourselves — specified clouds at the intersection of roads,
where cannons of centuries and cross, and on it God.
Those ropes or the gallows? long, at the end of the bell —
I think it's the bell of space. And specified a weakness in the hands.
And it goes — I hear — that power like sand in glass
ancient clocks. We wake up in a dream
no voice and no power and can be heard, a large rope
scuffed storm machines. The sky is bloody, to the rose
similar — it lies on us like generations of mountains.
And the darkness flows. It's quiet. Broken skulls crackling;
And the wind will swell sometimes, and the age will rock.
He won't stand our hearts. It's specified a dark time.

10 September 1942.

Poem Poem written for Beloved - "That time" - I'm sorry.

1.08.2024