by Jerzy Liebert.
How does the word so rush to the sound
When another name calling is heard?
How does the flame flash over the ground
That it’s so bright in both heart and word?
Translated by Charles S. Kraszewski
Jerzy Liebert
Spring.
by Jerzy Liebert. Each bird insanely trills. Stags rest their antlers on the breasts of birch. The blue sky aches for the green earth With flaring, trembling, moist nostrils. Leaves and sap burst from the trees. Drunkenly reel both clouds and beasts. Wonders in sunlit clearings — lily mists. In copses healthy bark snaps wide […]
Colas Breugnon.
by Jerzy Liebert. (translated by Charles S. Kraszewski.) The angels drive from Eden bold Men, birds, and deer trembling with dread. No more ambrosia, sweet and gold. They’ve given us cow milk, and black bread. God thought that quartering black bread, We’d wring our hands in anger rank But — bread tastes better than […]