He was able to listen Pretended to understand Was not
surprised
By anything Ice exploded on the Vistula The panes shook
A. continued
Let us say that duty
Exists-let us say But how can one speak of it
Not knowing reality and oneself
III
A woman entered Someone else but resembling
o
comedy of likeness Nothing repeats
A. looks at the street where he met
History and fate Fate was not history
History was not woman But he runs away
Before he finds out the results of his escape
That's all Nothing more A woman passes
A delicate scent not the scent of
Acacia forests in the full June sunlight
That scatters Someone else but resembling
Is like the hum of bees
In acacia forests Is like music
On the threshold of Sound Fleeting
Inviting to a chase Awakens associations
Promises Irritation Awakens desire
Being a remembrance Unseen cloud
The more scattered the more corporeal
And again explosions And again the panes shake
