The apple-tree – Izabela Zubko / Translated by Anna Mazur

Poem by Izabela Zubko
 
 
The apple-tree
 
the rustle of leaves
have reminded me
of our apple-tree
on which fruits
danced like a feather
we have never got soaked
under its branches
we have never been hungry
it has sheltered us secretly
that we wouldn’t frighten away
this carefree feeling
growing up
in its shadow.
 
Translated by Anna Mazur

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