polyscriptum@gmail.com twitter: @polyscriptum

Window by Tomasz Mielcarek

Translated from Polish by David Malcolm

 

Window

 

The sun couldn’t hold on to the surface

and slowly slid down. The tree shook

after sudden rain. I opened my eyes and saw

everything one more time, drowned in another,

 

a flat light. We passed the station where

no train stops. Beyond the window

on the sown field, black birds whirled

fighting for the fresh, fat grains.

 

Tomasz Mielcarek

 

 

 

This Post Has One Comment

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *