zofia beszczyńska

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he squatted on my windowsill yet did not allow himself
to be touched. He flew to the nearby poplar and screamed
like a human being. His feathers were in all the
colours of autumn. The other sparrows turned him off.
He would not let himself be caught by people.
He jumped from the top of the poplar up into the abyss
of the sky

translated by Anna Staniewska

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