Zygmunt Ryznar (translated by Edytta Wojnar)

SCENT OF THE NIGHT



 
Night 
Has your body’s aroma
Nearness of you
On an empty pillow
And lack of balance
In laying on one side  
 
  
Somehow it’s less silent now 
Hidden thoughts screech
In corners of consciousness
Echo of events
Like bones in my throat
Breeze of uneasiness
Like heart murmur before heart attack 

This constant plop-plop  
Like bubbling of water in a radiator 
with too much air
Sooner or later the bubbles will purge
And silence will bring
The restless sleep.