New poetry in NER 40.2
To Maria Dąbrowska
In the attic sleeps my return:
a trunk bound with metal, suitcases,
my whole homeland,
passports, citizenships
and emigration visas.
A trunk, my vast estate,
which I must here protect—
misfortune’s normal start
and crazy end.
♦
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