Tadeusz Sliwiak
Three Polish Poets
Noon Passes in this Twentieth Century
Noon passes in this twentieth century.
My pretty wife sleeps in a hospital bed.
Noon passes in this twentieth century.
My young wife's pretty eyes are dying.
Noon passes in this twentieth century.
I watch the helpless hands
I watch the helpless eyes
Of all the sad doctors.
You build great aeroplanes,
You build lightning missiles,
Force powerful energy
Into small bombs.
Noon passes in this twentieth century.
O men men men
Can you promise nothing but death
To we who settle this planet?
O men men men
Noon passes in this twentieth century.
Why can't you kill
a microbe
devouring
the heart
of my pretty wife
of my young wife?
Noon passes in this twentieth century.
Translated by Zdzislaw Zazula
Page(s) 272
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