here are the bird voices
and the scent of a bursting tree
the dawns with which the earth goes golden
in a lazy spin
here are my hands
and your hands
and the holly of desire
growing fast within me
everyday
I juxtapose the green against the black
the sun I take up in hands
I look at it from up close
I do not leave it
not even at night
not even in a dream
dark is the other side of life
/Halina Poświatowska, Polish poet, 9.05.1935-11.10.1967/
/translation from Polish by Marek Lugowski/