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/