Doctor filippi attends his patient Poem by Jakobe Mansztajn

that it's raining, he said. cast off his coat and entered
marcin's things. marcin seems to express no objection:
lying low and passing quietly, not quietly enough though
so as we can't hear (marcin's things riddled with shivers).

marcin's things seem more concerned than marcin, who
has either just died, or it is us who have left the room.
my side of the sky is empty, say the eyes which are no
longer marcin's eyes. they say: my sky is empty and calm

Translated by Marek Kazmierski