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Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 11/9/2019 Since you have flashed in my silent sky with a flaming star flying into the abyss, I know what life is and I know what is dying, - because of you I live, because of you I die. You are a poisonous flower from which I collect nectar, You are a thunder and a storm from which I draw silence, You are grind and discord with which to sleep I rock myself, I live because of you, because of you I die. My chest is getting cold, my heart is beating fast, under your kisses and under your touch, I die with delight, with passion I rise, - because of you I live, and because of you I die. On you, oh wave, I lean my head, on you I put my wings, oh raging gale, with you, destruction, I double my strength, I live because of you, because of you I die. Your caresses are bells at my funeral, Your caresses are golden bowls of happiness, You are the fire that puts out the flames... you are the water that starts a blaze... I live because of you, because of you I die! ... Maria Konopnicka (1842-1910)
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Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 5:20 PM UTC
Poet to a demon
Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 11/9/2019 Since you have flashed in my silent sky with a flaming star flying into the abyss, I know what life is and I know what is dying, - because of you I live, because of you I die. You are a poisonous flower from which I collect nectar, You are a thunder and a storm from which I draw silence, You are grind and discord with which to sleep I rock myself, I live because of you, because of you I die. My chest is getting cold, my heart is beating fast, under your kisses and under your touch, I die with delight, with passion I rise, - because of you I live, and because of you I die. On you, oh wave, I lean my head, on you I put my wings, oh raging gale, with you, destruction, I double my strength, I live because of you, because of you I die. Your caresses are bells at my funeral, Your caresses are golden bowls of happiness, You are the fire that puts out the flames... you are the water that starts a blaze... I live because of you, because of you I die! ... Maria Konopnicka (1842-1910)
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71/M/Niemodlin / Poland
Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 5:20 PM UTC
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