Adam Ziemianin (1948) tłum. Aniela Gregorek

Your Spring Portait

I would like to draw you
with spring’s delicate lines
so all the violets would gather
near the river awakened from winter

I would like your hair
to be like braids of the hazelnut
and your reckless lips
the color of first wild strawberries

I would like your eyes
to be framed in May’s fog
so you could laugh
like Spring’s bells

I would like to--but there aren’t
enough words
and all of them get tangled up
I would like to--but I wasn’t fast enough
again day meets night