Coma - Łąka 3

I sighed horribly
With breathing deep
In such a way that I left the centre of oneself
Then again to the forest clearing, to the meadow.
Now here the hoar frost on the grass gleamed
And breath was hung
In the form of the fog
For a few moments
As the smoke.
I tremble with cold,
And from memories
Of rustle brush from a distance...
Mushroom picker it or the beast?
I won't crumple...
Hoar frost here
He/she is sparkling is gleaming,
Ah! Dusk already
Autumn and bad,
And in me he sparkled
Of boundless spectres row.
Drilled eyesight into the horizon
Dusk
The one could after all still shine
Recalling contents...
But not.
Through the fog only
Long-drawn-out roar of planets
He was silent one's compulsive response,
What so nicely Barańczak said
In the Postcard from this world.
Phosphoric track on the memory
As in order to somebody with fist of bosons
Into eyes he poured
And blew away.

And let for me!
There from behind the bush,
Shock.
But as so that put the eye out
He flashed European bison
And disappeared.
Flashed?
European bison fact,
Whether beguile?
Whether?.. I have Ooooo
Freezing cold, painful back,
Ooooo and I am shivering
And thorns on the head
I am feeling really awful,
Not beautiful, badly,
Ah! Of it in order to still
I got up
Finally
And out of concern for the health
I fell down back
Eh such straight lines
Because as long as?
I ran the eyesight
Right through surroundings,
Complete gap of experiences,
But I can see,
These are Slopes
It by the gravel pit,
Such an agricultural district,
There farther Pomeranian street
Easily I caught the charge
Still just
I am going back
To the first line...