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Window by Tomasz Mielcarek

Translated from Polish by David Malcolm




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




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