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POEMS
Wiktor Woroszylski
DIARY OF AN INTERNMENT
STILL NOTHING
Still night
Still nothing
PARTISAN REVIEW
December 1981-February 1982
Bialoleka-Jaworze
Still no pain of a door bell prying open sleep's eyes like a knife
I still don ' t under stand what I hear: " ... with crowbars ... "
The phones still dead
empty streets
empty eyes
empty hours
But slowly they
fill
". . . in handcuffs . . ."
". . . the father and the son ... "
with war's bird-foot scurry across sheets of snow
with bayonets straight up
with singing in churches
with clearing skies dusks
with mud under wheels
until the door bell rings
three men in plain clothes
by now a relief
All of the poems following were translated
by
Richard Lourie.
