Paderewski / Dorothy Dudley

Paderewski


Let the sun weep and the moon shed tears— A sun god is ravaged, Poland dying, and cold. “We saw babies sucking beet roots, Wrapped in rags;	       5 Starvation, ruin, mould.” Let great elegance weep, fierceness and pride: There, in front of Poland’s flag, Paderewski, passionate, cold. And the light flamed of Poland’s years. 10 And Chopin from her crags— A clear proud story told. Let the sun weep and the moon his bride: Great art is ravaged, Poland desolate and cold.