The Dance of Life (Taniec zycia)

(Taniec zycia)

I dance
I dance alone
my life

made crooked by nonsense
sometimes idyllic
though mostly prosaic

my dance floor is multicolored
as if bundles of intarsia
were disappearing under my soles

I will dance relentlessly
to wrest from the world
the terrorized sense…

Translated by Wanda Slawinska January, 2008