Lullaby

LULLABY


"(...)
sleep, into the warm body of the sky at the grey hour
(...)
sleep, the table next to the window have soaked with blood
(...)
sleep, do not wake up, warbles the dawn
the grey noise of the bulrush whispers silently :
sleep, in the dream hide yourself, escape from
cold snowstorm of bodies, like you cringed,
from which temples run the dim string of blood"

Stanisław Barańczak