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Elegy on a Polish Boy


Elegy on a Polish Boy

* Elegy on . . . (a Polish boy)

They kept you, little son, from dreams like trembling butterflies,
they wove you, little son, in dark red blood two mournful eyes,
they painted landscapes with the yellow stitch of conflagrations,
they decorated all with hangmen’s trees the flowing oceans.



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