Courage
(by Anna Swir) I will never be the slave of love. Never Will I hand over my life’s purpose, My right to never-ending growth Until my life is over. Bound by dark maternal instincts, Thirsty for tenderness as the asthmatic for air, With such labour I build within myself My beautiful human egoism, Reserved, for centuries, For men. Against me Are all the civilizations of the world, All the saints of humanity’s books Written with the lightning bolt Their eloquent pen. Ten Mohammeds In ten elegantly mossy languages Threaten me with damnation On earth and in eternal heaven. Against me Is my own heart. Trained over millennia In the cruel virtue of victimhood. (translated by Sara Bielecki, 2014) see Polish original version HERE |