Suddenly the window will open
and Mother will call
it’s time to come in
the wall will part
I will enter heaven in muddy shoes
I will come to the table
and answer questions rudely
I am all right leave me
alone. Head in hand I
sit and sit. How can I tell them
about that long
and tangled way.
Here in heaven mothers
knit green scarves
flies buzz
Father dozes by the stove
after six days’ labour.
No–surely I can’t tell them
that people are at each
other’s throats.
Translated by Adam Czerniawski
(Tadeusz Ròzewicz)
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