Maria Konopnicka Poems

Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 11/2/2019

Paint me such a village in the valley[1],
sad with dark green firs and cheerful with crops...
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Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 11/3/2019

And spring will come, and the buds will open,
but in my eyes it shall never die
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Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 11/3/2019

My homeland - dear land,
where for the first time I saw the sun
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Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 3/27/2020

... The human eye, imperfect eye,
sees millions of stars in the distant sky...
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Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 4/10/2022

... This land that I am to inherit
will be a silent grave.
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Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 10/29/2019

Oh, Lord! You give rainbow to the worlds after the storm,
you rise weak heads of bent flowers,
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Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 10/30/2019

You love your home, family home,
that every summer night, through silver mist,
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Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 10/30/2019

There, in my country, in a faraway land
one hundred dimmed stars shine in a crown,
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