My Madonna full of sin,
framed in dream as in a broken mirror.
Sultry night, the stars’ granite on your shoulders
and this terror, like you – immortal.
My Madonna in sin conceived,
those are no trespasses that lack tears,
A night like a beast nestled in fear,
a night that always remembers.
Mouth bitter and dry echoes
stalks burnt young,
eyes barren with fire –
a golden kernel.
How do I shell reverie?
Death done shall I keep faith?
I am your glow which sinks
in seas revolving like earth.
Madonna, how’ll you redeem me from the night?
Will your lips, turned down, bring back the child,
let disklike dreams, waterfalls, and flowers
tumble through me?
Make an infallible motion, call back
chilly winds pouring out of pitchers
a flamelike lotion.
’tis night today, and I wake before I ripen
in the mirrors of your tears.
(Krzysztof Kamil Baczynski)
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