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Countryside Landscape Painter

Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 8/30/2019

Since centuries 
he has been dressing
native land
in beautiful colors
- into the robes of rotation, 
that all the seasons of the year 
could come true: 
from the harsh winter
to hot summer.

That early spring
could flash with autumn
among the white patches of snow: 
with the color of winter crops
that shimmer in the sun
- with small patches 
of the first green.

Separates with balk 
barley from rye, 
rapeseed field
from wheat fields.
To make it possible for the earth 
to give birth to all kind of crops
- the stretch of arable land 
sleeps till spring.

Wieslaw Musialowski 10/9/2001

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