Dziewczyna ~ Bolesław Leśmian

z cyklu "Napój cienisty" Władysławowi Jaroszewiczowi, Jego entuzjastycznym zapałom dla dzieł twórczych i szczerym wyczuciom czarów poetyckich The Twelve of brothers believing in dreams, examined the wall from dreams of the side, And apart from the wall a voice cried, girlish voice thrown away. And grew the vote to love sound and the willing guess about the girl, and guessed shapes of the mouth after, how the singing from sorrow was dying... They talked about her: "so is sobbing is!" - both they didn't say nothing else, and they blest the entire world with the sign of the cross - and world fell into a reverie at the moment... They grabbed hammers into the hard hand and they started to bang walls with the clatter! And a blind night didn't know, who was a man, and who with hammer? "Oh, more quickly let us crush the cold rock, before the death coats the Girl with rust" - yes, banging on the wall, the twelfth brother to eleven other will say. But their effort was vain, vain of shoulders interface and usił [the effort and power] ! He will move his bodies away on strwon [wasting] for that dream, what tempted them! Breasts are breaking, a bone is creaking, hands are decaying, faces are going pale... And everyone in one died day and had the perpetual night one! But shadows of the deceaseds - God my! - didn't drop hammers from the hand! And only an other liquid the time and only a hammer differently are ringing... And is ringing ahead! And is ringing backwards! And up behind everyone is thundering with return! And a blind night didn't know, who here was a shadow, and who with hammer? "Oh, more quickly let us crush the cold rock, before the death coats the Girl with rust!" - yes, banging on the wall, the twelfth shadow to eleven other will say. But for shadows zbrakło [be missing] suddenly of powers, and the shadow isn't resisting darknesses! And powymarły [they died out] one more time, because they enough are never dying... And it is never enough, and never yes, how wants it that what is dying!... And contents disappeared - and a track got lost - and already finished novel about them! But brave hammers - God my - nauseous didn't give in to mourning! And alone through they fought into the wall, they boomed out with bronze in itself! They boomed out into the darkness, they boomed out into glitter and they dripped human then! And didn't a blind night know, what the hammer was, when he isn't a hammer? "Oh, more quickly let us crush the cold rock, before the death coats the girl with rust!" - the one, banging on the wall, the twelfth hammer to eleven other will say. And a wall came down, shaking the thousand of echoes hills and valleys! But apart from the wall - nothing and nothing! For not a living soul of not a Girl! Of no one's eyes, or the mouth! And no one's in flowers of the fate! Because it was a voice and only - voice, and nothing weren't, apart from the voice! Nothing - only a crying and sorrow and the darkness and the unknown-ness and the perdition! Such it is world! Bad world! Other is there no world? Towards deceitful openly of dreams, towards wasted away into the nothingness of wonders, Huge hammers lied down into the government in token of efforts accomplished with due respect. And there was a horror of sudden silences! And there was a vacuum in the entire sky! And you from this vacuum what are you mocking for, when this vacuum isn't mocking you?