“Through my garden the Satan walked, deadly sad
And turned it into a scary, horrible hermitage…
He walked with morose head laid down on his chest
And buried the blooming fl owers with ash,
Covered the lawns with the blocks of stone he threw
And sowed the craze of dread and the death of terror…
Unti l, frightened with his work, [as if] burdened with lead
He lay down in this stone wilderness
To smother the despairs sobbing in his chest,
And the cries with the fi ery tears of horrible sorrows… “

Leopold Staff “The Autumn Rain”

Kamila J Gruss
2023 Słupsk