The Grass Has Grown Pale
The grass has grown pale,
the sky is cold -
my brother, Duvid,
I am no longer looking for you on the earth.
I will now follow the clouds
a long time with my eyes.
I will look for you, my brother,
in the autumn silence.
I walk with my son over the clay field,
on the Polish roads –
O let them come, the autumn nights,
over the bloody roads.
Translated by Barnett Zumoff
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