Jul/Aug 2012 Spotlight


by Milena Wieczorek

Translated from the Polish by Kirk West and Milena Wieczorek



From the cycle Ismene

Black dress black hair—mourning's diamond
seen by night and day My black goblet
parched mirror scorched heart

And yet I breathe smile with relief

When swimming the Lethe I visit you in dreams
we drink oblivion and pluck the lyre
which gleams in the darkness We sing softly
and for a moment a flame appears in the breast


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