Tag: dreams
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He and I
Every evening we meet on a busy street / as he scurries along like a beggar along walls / and his eyes carry sorrow / and heavy it weighs in his silent hands
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What Does This Old Gray Jew Want From Me?
What does this old gray Jew want from me / who comes to me to visit every night / and weighs me down with sadness and dark fears / with eyes black holes with tears
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Łódź
My friend the dreaming poet / is full of sunset wine, / On his flute he sadly plays / the song of loss of better days and time