Anna Czachorowska - Poland
Like a Crystal
I confess
the state of my feelings
very quietly
so that no one
can hear
Before the heart
with repentance
has time to sting
I will be pure
like a crystal
*
Come cristallo
Confesserò
il livello dei miei sentimenti
molto piano
per non farlo sentire
a nessuno
Prima che il cuore
con il pentimento
abbia il tempo di pugnalare
sarò pulita
come un cristallo.
*
Without suffering, one does not understand happiness.
Fiodor Dostojewski
I bow
to you
your Pine highness
and to you
my slender Birch
when animals and people
fail me,
through the bark
to the heart of the tress I knock
I give my hand
to the rustling branches
and the trunk I embrace
fondly
In the cloudy morning
and rainy evening
with you
I cuddle
Painfully
Anna Czachorowska - Poland