Pragnę być tym, czym byłam,
Zanim łóżko i zanim nóż,
Agrafa ozdobna i maść
Ujęły mnie jak w nawias;
Chcę koni płynących na wietrze,
Miejsca i czasu poza umysłem.
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What I want back is what I was
Before the bed, before the knife,
Before the brooch-pin and the salve
Fixed me in this parenthesis;
Horses fluent in the wind,
A place, a time gone out of mind.

Sylvia Plath

Had do we cope
With the days after a death?
Empty days, nothing left
Not even a funeral

I see shapes falling inside
Paintings
Animals and humans, row upon row
Walking toward something
Waiting for something

I'm looking for an answer,
Me and a million others
Disbelievers
Deserted lovers
Dear God,
You better not let me down this time

Cracks in the canvas
Look like roads
That never end