Madwoman by Zbigniew Herbert

 

Her burning look holds me fast as if in an embrace. She utters words mixed up with dreams. She invites me. You will be happy if you believe and hitch your wagon to a star. She is gentle when breast-feeding the clouds; but when calm abandons her, she runs along the seashore and waves her arms in the air.
Reflected in her eyes I see two angels standing at my shoulders: the pale, malevolent angel of Irony, and the mighty, loving angel of Schizophrenia.
(Translated by Alissa Valles)

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