Hideout (In the memory of my Grandfather) – Eliza Segiet / Translated by Artur Komoter

Poem by Eliza Segiet

 

Hideout

*In the memory of my Grandfather

Under the hat
he did not hide fairy tales,
there his memories faded.
He did not want to remember,
but he could not forget!

In the attic he had a shelter –
a dangerous place –
a burrow of life and death.

Before he forgot –
he told his grandchildren.

Translated by Artur Komoter

 

Kryjówka

*Pamięci mojego Dziadka

Pod kapeluszem
nie ukrywał bajek,
tam bladły jego wspomnienia.
Nie chciał pamiętać,
ale nie mógł zapomnieć!

Na strychu miał schron –
niebezpieczne miejsce –
norę życia i śmierci.

Zanim zapomniał –
opowiedział wnukom.

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