ROMANCE
(ROMANS)
The Moon above like balalaika,
ugh! To pull it down with a ribbon
right to the soul —
it would be a song divine
of lovers in love, entwined,
untold.
There might be a river far
scent of a lily, shadow from a hand,
a madness;
a bench by some wall, a wall by some grass
and some road that leads just
to the darkness.
1946
[© English translation 2010-2020, Mikołaj Gałczyński]