Translated by Jarek Zawadzki
Please, tell me, Mama, with your velvet voice so true,
About the people, flowers and trees, tell me a fable.
Tell me about a honey growing linden, too;
That I may store them neatly in my mind and label:
Those true-life images that in the temples pound
Like beats of horses' hooves upon a flowery lea.
Tell me about the butterflies. For I be bound
To hail my fable brothers and the apple-tree
That will be giving out its fruits again for free.
Maybe a hedgehog finds them mid the leaves in fall,
Maybe a passing bird will feed on them, we'll see.
Can fables, Mom, come true, can they come true at all?
Copyright © by Wieslaw Musialowski 1/2/2006
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood ,children,fable,fairy,fairy tale,fairy tales,fairytale,for children,nature,poem