Stachura, Edward: Metamorphosis (Metamorfoza in English)
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Metamorfoza (Polish)Gora chmury pekaly czarne coraz czarniejsze jakby koni frygijskich grozne tabuny az grom przeszyl obraz nie dokonczony jeszcze a model spadal glowa w dol w plotno i wrosl w cieple jeszcze kontury naglego olsnieniaTo byl juz ranek a ty sie smialas do mnie z portretu |
Metamorphosis (English)A mountain
clouds were bursting black ever more black like terrible herds of Phrigian horses until thunder pierced the still unfinished painting and the model was falling head down into the canvas and grew into the still warm contours of sudden dazzlementIt was morning already and you were laughing to me from the portrait |