LK_Sass, (edited ) Two Drops
by ZBIGNIEW HERBERTNo time to grieve for roses, when the forests are burning.
-Juliusz SłowackiThe forests were on fire—
they however
wreathed their necks with their hands
like bouquets of roses
[…]
To the end they were brave
To the end they were faithful
To the end they were similar like two drops
stuck at the edge of a face—
From his first book, Chord of Light (1956).Translated by Czesław Miłosz and Peter Dale Scott
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