Crystal Poem by Dorota Szumilas

as brittle as crystal
that has diffused
and nothing but dust
shall remain…
sense of time
as we may comprehend it
that will not do
some day


dust has dispersed
after a slight blow of air
wafted
into the cloud complained
and fell down
a bit farer
where the heart cried
bitterly
out of grief

those former structures
so beautiful
transparent

this is light reflected
with a prism of life

and those structures
so beautiful
so pure
as the beating of our heart
from the hiding

beauty of crystal
so brittle
so weak
just push it
and there will be
no sky so limpid
above us
nor crystal tear
sad as we are

it is so easy
to turn something into dust
and diffuse this dust
with one’s force
dust
which wafted
into the cloud complained
and it is so difficult
to build from dust

…rust

(transl. Annaya Chomczyk)