A Vision Poem by Maria Konopnicka

Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 11/3/2019

And spring will come, and the buds will open,
but in my eyes it shall never die
the boundless white field...

And summer will come and ears of grain
shall ring. But in my eyes still, bright as day,
the boundless white field...

And life will pass and death will cloud,
but in the coffin I'll open my eyes
into the boundless white field...

And midnight will come and I will rise from the grave
and I'll direct my pensive steps
to that boundless white field...

Maria Konopnicka (1842-1910)