Field scene (Tarnowski, "Went in morning spring")

by Władysław Tarnowski

Went in morning spring,
Man through the fields
With clean fiery brow,
Full of sowing like a plow …
However not so merry,
As these spring voices
As falcons in clouds,
On one's rocks half-drowsy …
And he went by field from forest,
To great stone,
Which there lay from time
Of older generation!...
Under this stone without sign,
The suicide rested,
Old stone in rose bush
To half hid,
And young man looks,
In around the stone dances
Children full of easy manners
Which here look after cattles!...
They join little hands,
With poppy in hair, la, la, la!
Boys and girls,
In around the stone la, la, la!...
And he stood, looked, hears –
How this circle sang,
He went further – among silence,
Sky before him thundered!...