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<\/a><\/p>\nJan Brzechwa<\/strong> “November”<\/p>\n \nZ\u0142ote, \u017c\u00f3\u0142te i czerwone<\/strong><\/p>\n opadaj\u0105 li\u015bcie z drzew,<\/strong><\/p>\n zwi\u0119d\u0142e li\u015bcie w obc\u0105 stron\u0119<\/strong><\/p>\n pozanosi\u0142 wiatru wiew.<\/strong><\/p>\n Gold, yellow and red<\/p>\n \u00a0leaves are falling from the trees,<\/p>\n dead leaves in the foreign site<\/p>\n moved breath of the wind.<\/p>\n \nNasza chata niebogata,<\/strong><\/p>\n wiatr przewiewa j\u0105 na wskro\u015b,<\/strong><\/p>\n i przelata i ko\u0142ata,<\/strong><\/p>\n jakby do drzwi puka\u0142 kto\u015b.<\/strong><\/p>\n Our cottage not rich,<\/p>\n wind whiff of it throughout,<\/p>\n and goes through and makes noise,<\/p>\n if someone was knocking on the door.<\/p>\n \nW mokrych cieniach listopada<\/strong><\/p>\n mo\u017ce kto\u015b zab\u0142\u0105ka\u0142 si\u0119?<\/strong><\/p>\n Nie, to tylko pies ujada.<\/strong><\/p>\n Pomy\u015bl tak\u017ce i o psie.<\/strong><\/p>\n In wet shadows in November<\/p>\n maybe someone got lost?<\/p>\n No, it’s just a dog barks.<\/p>\n Think also about the dog.<\/p>\n \nStrach na wr\u00f3ble wiatru s\u0142ucha,<\/strong><\/p>\n sam si\u0119 boi biedny strach,<\/strong><\/p>\n dmucha plucha-zawierucha,<\/strong><\/p>\n ca\u0142e szyby stoj\u0105 w \u0142zach.<\/strong><\/p>\n Scarecrow \u00a0listens to the wind<\/p>\n he is afraid himself,<\/p>\n slob-blown turmoil,<\/p>\n all windows stand in tears.<\/p>\n \nJaki\u015b w\u0105t\u0142y w\u00f3z na szosie<\/strong><\/p>\n ugrz\u0105z\u0142 w b\u0142ocie a\u017c po o\u015b,<\/strong><\/p>\n skrzypi\u0105, j\u0119cz\u0105 w deszczu osie,<\/strong><\/p>\n jakby w\u0142a\u015bnie p\u0142aka\u0142 kto\u015b.<\/strong><\/p>\n A frail car on the highway<\/p>\n stuck in the mud up to the axle,<\/p>\n axles creak, they groan in the rain,<\/p>\n as if someone was crying.<\/p>\n \nMg\u0142y na polach, ciemno\u015b\u0107 w lesie,<\/strong><\/p>\n drga jesieni smutny ton,<\/strong><\/p>\n przyjdzie wiecz\u00f3r i przyniesie<\/strong><\/p>\n sny i mg\u0142y, i stada wron.<\/strong><\/p>\n Mists in the fields, in the darkness of the forest,<\/p>\n twitches autumn a sad tone,<\/p>\n evening will come and bring<\/p>\n dreams and fog, and a flock of crows.<\/p>\n \nWyj\u015b\u0107 si\u0119 nie chce spod ko\u017cucha,<\/strong><\/p>\n blady promyk \u015bwiat\u0142a zgas\u0142,<\/strong><\/p>\n dmucha plucha-zawierucha,<\/strong><\/p>\n zimno, ciemno, spa\u0107 ju\u017c czas.<\/strong><\/p>\n You don’t want to get out of your coat,<\/p>\n pale glimmer of light faded,<\/p>\n slob-blown turmoil,<\/p>\n cold, dark, it’s time to sleep.<\/p>\n \n
\n“Listopad”<\/strong><\/p>\n