Poem
Just found an amazing poem by Szymborska
NEGATYW
Na niebie burym
chmurka jeszcze bardziej bura
z czarna obwodka slonca.
NEGATIVE
Against a grayish sky
a grayer cloud
rimmed black by the sun.
On the left, that is, the right,
a white cherry branch wiht black blossoms.
Light shadows on your dark face.
You'd just taken a seat at the table
and put your hands, gone gray, upon it.
You look like a ghost
who's trying to summon up the living.
(And since I still number among them,
I should appear to him and tap:
good night, that is, good morning,
farewell, that is, hello.
And not grudge questions to any of his answers
concerning life
that storm before the calm.)
NEGATYW
Na niebie burym
chmurka jeszcze bardziej bura
z czarna obwodka slonca.
NEGATIVE
Against a grayish sky
a grayer cloud
rimmed black by the sun.
On the left, that is, the right,
a white cherry branch wiht black blossoms.
Light shadows on your dark face.
You'd just taken a seat at the table
and put your hands, gone gray, upon it.
You look like a ghost
who's trying to summon up the living.
(And since I still number among them,
I should appear to him and tap:
good night, that is, good morning,
farewell, that is, hello.
And not grudge questions to any of his answers
concerning life
that storm before the calm.)