A book: Księga jaka

He ate and drank the precious words,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.

 

He danced along the dingy days,
And this bequest of wings
Was but a book. What liberty
A loosened spirit brings!

 

*****

 

Posilił się i upoił słowy cennymi
Wzrósł w krzepę jego duch;
Nie czuł już, że biednym był,
A ciało marny proch.

 

Tańczył w dni podłe,
A to skrzydeł nadanie
Tylko z książki. Jakąż swobodę
Duch wolny od pęt daje!

Advertisements

Feel welcome to comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s