with a light yearning to undim
the blackness of a cross
there in the mud.
When, will you tell me when
I could feel more alone
than now that I am my own
tireless town crier?
(Translated by Luigi Bonaffini)
marcin
(Marcin)
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with a light yearning to undim
the blackness of a cross
there in the mud.
When, will you tell me when
I could feel more alone
than now that I am my own
tireless town crier?
(Translated by Luigi Bonaffini)