Three Nights In Zakopane Poem by Anna Cellmer

I ran to you on meeting
And I became drunk on your closeness
We plunged to each other
And we felt amazed
Lasting in this joyful intoxication
We couldn't find places
In bed our amusement
Laughing

I trembled as a leaf
In the gust which you were
With cold and fright
Before the storm which fell on me
I clung to you
How I would want to conceal myself in you
And you trembled yet more strongly
Apologizing...

You uncovered me
Now I had to find you
In darkness, blindfolded
You led me, you helped
Because alone I was yet too shy
In order to look before me
I felt guilty now
Sacrilege.