In the brutal nights we used to dream Dense violent dreams, Dreamed with soul and body: To return; to eat; to tell the story. Until the dawn command Sounded brief, low 'Wstawac' And the heart cracked in the breast. Now we have found our homes again, Our bellies are full, We're through telling the story. It's time. Soon we'll hear again The strange command: 'Wstawac' Translated by Ruth Feldman And Brian Swann Anonymous submission.
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