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Karol Wojtyla's Poetry
Mousike

Despair! – I hear this melody’s roar,
the thunder plays among the clouds,
it brings destruction,
falls down like a vulture,
rips shrouds of meadows into pieces - - -
Cursed! Oh, Cursed!!
Clinging to a boulder on the heavenly road
I hear your roar - - not a melody - -
you are not music, you are not God’s progeny,
you are evil! Cursed breathing!
- -
And up above the Angels were trumpeting for the judgment
And called for the souls of those who had fallen…
God!
I strain my soul.
Award it victory – the first-born daughter! 

Mousike

 


 
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