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A. Zagajewski died today



             and when the poet goes away
             he  looks for a  comfortable bed of
             verses,
             as  soft  as  the  first  poem  of  a
             teenager or a tough one,
             with hard oak knots of memories.

             when  a  poet  dies,  we  talk  bolder
             about death,
             because  the  death  of  a  poet  is  a
             good topic for a poem or a speech
             to the nation

             and  he  has  been  already  growing
             flowers  up  there,  as  if  he  still
             wanted to give us a gift
             and one day it will rain forsythia or
             mallow, or poems

             or  maybe  he  hasn't  died  at  all,
             maybe  he  just  has  gone  to  Lviv  all
             of the sudden?








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