Tygrysy/ Tigers

Te same słowa, jeden z niewielu wierszy, jakie przechodzą razem ze mną, wciąż wraca rykoszetem, ostatnio doczytany w miejscu odległym i niedostępnym / These are the same words, one of the poems going together with me, still returns ricochet, last time read in distant and impenetrable place

For Jane

225 days under grass
and you know more than I.
they have long taken your blood,
you are a dry stick in a basket.
is this how it works?
in this room
the hours of love
still make shadows.

when you left
you took almost
everything.
I kneel in the nights
 before tigers
that will not let me be.

what you were
will not happen again.
the tigers have found me
and I do not care.

Charles Bukowski