You fall like everything else on this planet you come from silence from where we also come...

Krystyna Lenkowska

You fall like everything else on this planet

you come from silence

from where we also come

you rest against freezing time and hard earth

deer leave traces over you

a dog sinks in you up to its ears with such obviousness

in his eyes as if he had understood

in Slocina in the Carpathian foothills you’re the same

as in Turkish Kars

Herodot’s legend

geometry on glass

black ice on the road

our fragile bodies crash

in your glazed splendor

under you love death and trash

lightly patted over

fragments of rockets from Baykonur drop on your head

while you unshakable equilibrist lie

supine in the Altai mountains

my white idealist.

Translated by Ewa Hryniewicz-Yarbrough