| Paderewski (1917) by |
| from Poetry, July 1917 |
Paderewski[]
Poznan, Naramowice, 1945. Courtesy Wikimedia Commons.
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;
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.
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.
This poem is in the public domain