FROM MARIA

do not restrain her

for she remembers the cemetery and the towering rye

she remembers

she lights up the moon with her being

with her lips she lights up all sounds

over your cradle I see her weeping

over your coffin I see her laughing

only when you are falling asleep

is she happier than all of you

dancing out on the damp sand

and today

she leaves you

dancing

and utters no farewell

Translated by Mark Andryczyk with Andrij Kudla Wynnyckyj