{"id":7057,"date":"2017-04-30T22:00:57","date_gmt":"2017-04-30T22:00:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/polish\/?p=7057"},"modified":"2017-05-01T00:22:36","modified_gmt":"2017-05-01T00:22:36","slug":"spring-in-polish-poetry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/polish\/spring-in-polish-poetry\/","title":{"rendered":"Spring in Polish poetry"},"content":{"rendered":"

Spring is here! Well, almost…It’s starting slowly here in New England! There are so many beautiful Polish poems about Spring. Today I chose one by Maria Pawlikowska-Jasnorzewska. Enjoy!<\/p>\n

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Spring at my parents farm in Poland<\/p><\/div>\n

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Maria Pawlikowska-Jasnorzewska<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0 “Babcia na wiosn\u0119”<\/strong><\/p>\n

“Grandma for Easter<\/p>\n

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Niebo w\u0142o\u017cy\u0142o turban ob\u0142oczny z jask\u00f3\u0142k\u0105,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Jab\u0142onie stoj\u0105 w wielkich kapeluszach z kwiat\u00f3w<\/strong><\/p>\n

Szeptania-pog\u0142askania lec\u0105 z py\u0142em kwiat\u00f3w<\/strong><\/p>\n

Omijaj\u0105c twarz moj\u0105 jako li\u015b\u0107 po\u017c\u00f3\u0142k\u0142\u0105.<\/strong><\/p>\n

The sky has put a turban clouded with a swallow,<\/em><\/p>\n

The apple trees stand in big hats of flowers<\/em><\/p>\n

Whispering-flutters fly with dust of flowers<\/em><\/p>\n

Bypassing my face as a yellowed leaf.<\/em><\/p>\n

\nLipy stroj\u0105 si\u0119 w jedwab zielony i nowy,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Jak bi\u017cuteria szcz\u0119\u015bcia p\u0142on\u0105 sznury kwiat\u00f3w<\/strong><\/p>\n

Poca\u0142unki \u017cegluj\u0105 na muzyce kwiat\u00f3w<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mijaj\u0105c moj\u0105 szyj\u0119 w szaliku w\u0142\u00f3czkowym.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Lindens dress in green and new silk,<\/em><\/p>\n

Like happiness’s jewelry are burning flowers<\/em><\/p>\n

Kisses sail on floral music<\/em><\/p>\n

Passing my neck in a yarn scarf.<\/em><\/p>\n

\nZamkn\u0119 najszczelniej serce przed \u015bpiewem s\u0142owika<\/strong><\/p>\n

I p\u00f3jd\u0119 przez g\u0105szcz kwitnie\u0144, rozkwit\u00f3w, kwiat\u00f3w,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Przez chmury ca\u0142owanych, ko\u0142ysanych kwiat\u00f3w,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nie \u015bmi\u0105c przypi\u0105\u0107 do piersi fijo\u0142ka czy storczyka.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I close my heart most closely before singing the nightingale<\/em><\/p>\n

And I will go through a flowering bloom, flowering, flowers,<\/em><\/p>\n

Through the clouds of kissed, rocked flowers,<\/em><\/p>\n

Will not dare pin the fiddle or orchid to the breast.<\/em><\/p>\n

\nPod modn\u0105 parasolk\u0105 \u015bwiat w \u015bmiechu si\u0119 trz\u0119sie.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Patrzy zab\u00f3jczym okiem zza bukietu kwiat\u00f3w,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ma we krwi wszystkie wonie, wszystkie gwiazdy \u015bwiat\u00f3w,<\/strong><\/p>\n

I ma mnie, jak bezwiedn\u0105, zimn\u0105 \u0142z\u0119 na rz\u0119sie.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Under a fashion umbrella, the world shakes laughing.<\/em><\/p>\n

He looks with the killer eye behind the bouquet of flowers,<\/em><\/p>\n

He has in his blood all the scents, all the stars of the worlds,<\/em><\/p>\n

And he has me, like the unconscious, cold tear on the lashes.<\/em><\/p>\n