Literature
Polevik
ah, the grass! I see the grass! between the crops, between the stalks! it blooms with eyes - they look at me like orbs of time, a wisdom ponds ah, the nose! I see the nose it glimpsed there, among the rye it's red as wine, it shines and gleams like stream of fishes in mountains high I saw the movement! it moved so fast, or maybe I just couldn't follow my sight was blurred, this cryptic vision that casts two shadows, something unreal o, my good spirit, don't curse my house don't reap the rye that was just sown we offer żertwa, and word of promise we pass the night and jump through fire
