Anna Swirszczynska

(1909 - 1984 / Warsaw)

The Second Madrigal - Poem by Anna Swirszczynska

A night of love
exquisite as a
concert from old Venice
played on exquisite instruments.
Healthy as a
buttock of a little angel.
Wise as an
Garish as air
blown into a trumpet.
Abundant as the reign
of a royal Negro couple
seated on two thrones
cast in gold.

A night of love with you,
a big baroque battle
and two victories.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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