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TO FATHER
I call you
through distance
through time
into the forest
into the Katyn Grave
I whisper
that dearest name
with tears,
with the pulse of my blood
I accuse...
Arise,
follow my voice,
come and leave
a trace –
rain like tears,
flame like
love;
embrace me with wind.
Revive
in pine tree bark
in candlelike flowers
in hairlike needles
in the sod soft as skin
remind us
that - you were ...
As flaxen smoke
fly away
into space.
tłum. Wojciech Graniczewski
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