Bunny Slope
Tadeusz Dabrowski
When I'm writing a poem,
there's less and less of it.
As I approach the mountains,
they vanish behind a gentle hill,
behind the bunny slope.
And once I'm standing with them
face to face,
they take away my speech.
The very best poem
finishes half way.
Translated from Polish by Antonia Lloyd-Jones
(Credits: The Paris Review)
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