Memory [another Transl.] Poem by Dorota Szumilas

memory of the heart

reflects a gentle sound

a soft note

will remain in the silence



the sounds reach high notes

then soften

just to blow away

the silence

once more



and to enclose the radiance

of the moment



the sparkle in your eyes

like the beauty of little moments

gently falls to the ground



little moments



make up the radiance

so beautifully

read with your heart!

(transl. by Urszula Sledziewska)