As You’re Leaving
Tadeusz Rozewicz
Joanna Trzeciak, Translator
At dawn as you’re leaving
your contours shucked out of night
a bright violin
your birch hips
bowed
taut strings
still vibrating.
Enveloped encased
by your touch
a cover of caresses
so sweet
I will not drift off into sleep.
Eyelids open wider
are now filled by a day
as bright as the white of an eye
and as pure.
