Stalking a deer I wandered deep into the mountains and from there I saw
Or perhaps it was for some other reason that I rose above the setting sun
Above the hills of blackwood and a slab of ocean and the steps of a glacier, carmine-colore...
In grayish doubt and black despair,
I drafted hymns to the earth and the air,pretending to joy, although I lacked it
The age had made lament redundant
So here's the question — who can answer it —Was he a brave man or a hypocrite
You whom I could not
Listen to me
Try to understand this simple speech as I would be ashamed of another
I swear, there is in me no wizardry of words
Forget the
You caused others
Forget the
Others caused you
Human reason is beautiful and invincible
No bars, no barbed wire, no pulping of books,
No sentence of banishment can prevail against it
It establishes the universal ideas in language,
Let us not talk philosophy, drop it,
Jeanne
So many words, so much paper, who can stand it
I told you the truth about my distancing myself
I sleep a lot and read St
Thomas
Or The Death of God (that's a Protestant book)
To the right the bay as if molten tin,
In Rome on the Campo di
Baskets of olives and lemons,
Cobbles spattered with
And the wreckage of flowers
We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn
A red wing rose in the darkness
And suddenly a hare ran across the road
One of us pointed to it with his hand
When everything was
And the notion of sin had
And the earth was
In universal
1 Who will honor the city without a name If so many are dead and others pan gold Or sell arms in faraway countries
What shepherd's horn swathed in the bark of birch Will sound in the Ponary Hills the memory of the absent— Vagabonds,
Path...
"There where that ray touches the
And the shadows escape as if they really ran,
Warsaw stands, open from all sides,
A city not very old but quite famous