Poetry

                                        For K.W.
 
On Palm Sunday
the exhibition of Canova’s sculptures in the Czartoryski museum -
eternal beauty enchanted in those marble figures
of amorphians, gods, nymphs and heroes
 
in the Collegium Maius cloisters
plus ratio quam vis
the spirit of students and professors from days gone
among which we strolled
to stop for a while
to take some pictures or drink some tea
talking about the biblical prophecies
astrology and the mysterious beginnings of the world

in the distance Jesus drove down on a donkey from the Mount of Olives
while the crowds with hosanna on their lips sent his way with the mantles
when He suddenly stopped to weep over Jerusalem and its fate
 
later in the restaurant in Kazimierz next to the cemetery
we listened to the Hebrew songs
trying to understand some words
there hung a prewar wedding dress
- we thought about what comes from the heart of God
and penetrates the Universum
and we wanted to believe in it
 
on Palm Sunday
the immortal beauty met eternal ahava
and David's star on the old green stove
was shining like never before.
 
 
                                                III 2008