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A POSTCARD FROM KOZIELSK
In Your card,
so small –
as everything I have from You:
the joy of remembrance
the pain of apartness
a faint bewilderment
that I am
a part of You and Your name.
On a yellowed post card
Russian kolkhoz women –
censor all your words:
of love
suffering
painful helplessness
endeavour to say everything,
to reach everyone.
In those words so simple
It is You all over - Father.
tłum. Wojciech Graniczewski
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