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The end of the day approaches.
The Book of Life and Death
is about to be closed,
and the hand of God will inscribe
the destiny of man.
It hesitates, trembles, stops.
A voice, sweet and frail,
an…
If Tarshish would hand out its gold and diamonds
And the deep waters a jacinth, an agate, and an amethyst
What does it have to do with me? And why should I ask for it?
While I am alive I will not be…
Trees cry for rain
And mountains for air.
So cry my eyes
For you, dear Mother;
So cry my eyes
For you, dear Mother.
I turn and I ask what will become of me.
In Polish lands
I am destined to die.
…