Poème de Halina Poświatowska

I broke off a branch from love


buried the dead in the earth


now look
my garden has blossomed



it is not possible to kill love



if you bury her in the earth


she grows back


if you throw her in the air


she leafs with wings


if into the water


she flashes with gill


if into the night


she shines



so I wished to bury her in my heart


but the heart became a home for my love


my heart opened its heart doors


and rang its heart walls with song


my heart danced on tiptoe



so I buried my love in my head


and the people asked
 

why is my head the shape of a flower


and why do my eyes shine like two stars


and why are my lips redder than dawn


I grasped love so as to smash it up


but supple it was and braided my hands 


and people ask my hands tied by love


whose captive am I
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