--Adam Zagajewski (trans. by Renata Gorczynski)Don't allow the lucid moment to dissolveLet the radiant thought last in stillnessthough the page is almost filled and the flame flickersWe haven't risen yet to the level of ourselvesKnowledge grows slowly like a wisdom toothThe stature of a man is still notchedhigh up on a white doorFrom far off, the joyful voice of a trumpetand of a song rolled up like a catWhat passes doesn't fall into a voidA stoker is still feeding coal into the fireDon't allow the lucid moment to dissolveOn a hard dry substanceyou have to engrave the truth
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