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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


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Added: 24 Feb 2003 | Last Read: 12 Oct 2008 9:13 PM | Viewed: 3219 times

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