Poem by Irena Ewa Idzikowska / Translated by Artur Komoter

Poem by Irena Ewa Idzikowska 

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black does not suit you
a ladybird has black spots
in reflection you wave your fan of eyelashes
sometimes a new spring flows out from under them
heated heart like a dryer works round the clock
you don’t know how long and how often

you waved your hand
they look at you strangely, so
black

and you’ve heard more than once
black does not suit you

sadness does not want to fall asleep
black
they look at you strangely, so

you take off your gloves
hands pale like sadness
you touch the pink cloud
it has painted your cheeks
the spring frozen by bitterness of tears
an avalanche of feelings, aroused blood

they look at you strangely, so
black

spilled sugar
inaccessible sweetness
among the human faces
black
they look at you strangely, so

you don’t know how long and how often
you waved your hand
heated heart like a dryer works round the clock
sometimes a new spring flows out from under the
eyelashes
in reflection you wave their fans
a ladybird has black spots
black does not suit you.

Translated by Artur Komoter

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