It’s the last day of January and today I have a great poem about January:<\/p>\n
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“Stycze\u0144” – Ficowski Jerzy<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n Nowy Rok zawita\u0142 wreszcie\u00a0<\/span><\/strong> “January” – Ficowski Jerzy<\/em><\/p>\n New Year finally arrived <\/em>
\nstary sobie poszed\u0142.\u00a0<\/span><\/strong>
\nCo tam ro\u015bnie w mrozach stycznia?\u00a0<\/span><\/strong>
\nDzie\u0144 ro\u015bnie po trosze!\u00a0<\/span><\/strong>
\nWr\u00f3belkowi serce ro\u015bnie,\u00a0<\/span><\/strong>
\n\u017ce wiosny doczeka,\u00a0<\/span><\/strong>
\nchocia\u017c jeszcze droga do niej\u00a0<\/span><\/strong>
\nmro\u017ana i daleka.\u00a0<\/span><\/strong>
\nRosn\u0105 w styczniu zaspy \u015bniegu,\u00a0<\/span><\/strong>
\n\u017ce w\u00f3z w nich ugrz\u0119\u017anie\u00a0<\/span><\/strong>
\na na szybach rosn\u0105 srebrne\u00a0<\/span><\/strong>
\nli\u015bcie i ga\u0142\u0119zie.\u00a0<\/span><\/strong>
\nWi\u0119c na inne pory roku,\u00a0<\/span><\/strong>
\nnie patrzy zazdro\u015bnie\u00a0<\/span><\/strong>
\nmro\u017any stycze\u0144: bo w nim tak\u017ce\u00a0<\/span><\/strong>
\nmn\u00f3stwo rzeczy ro\u015bnie!\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nold one went away. <\/em>
\nWhat’s growing in the big freeze in January? <\/em>
\nDay grows a little! <\/em>
\nSparrows’ heart grows <\/em>
\nthat he will live to see the spring, <\/em>
\neven though the road to it <\/em>
\ncold and distant. <\/em>
\nSnow drifts grow in January, <\/em>
\nthat the car gets stuck in them <\/em>
\nand on the windows grow silver <\/em>
\nwith frost leaves and branches. <\/em>
\nSo not looking at other seasons jealously, <\/em>
\nfrosty January, because he also <\/em>
\nhas a lot of things growing!<\/em><\/p>\n